Routines, Smart Tags and Priorities
I might be slowly making headway on this whole routines malarky. I am mostly aware of the things I want to do and am often getting them done, just building to try and create a regularity to it all - still no real luck on the bed time though :/
I joined Curves. Many people have asked how I find it - it's not like I love going to the gym - it's the thing I do and I don't dislike it which is good. Mainly I find it's a time to focus just on myself and the 30 mins passes very quickly. In the last 2 weeks I have gone 3 times a week, mostly to the one near work and once to the one near home. I have been both Monday mornings before work. I'm a bit useless on Monday's at work, though going to the gym first and having me at work early and awake might end up being a rather good thing. This week I was at the gym before work both Monday and Tuesday and I went again tonight.
Tonight I also had my Smart Tag set up - I can see how this thing could become obsessive! Essentially it's a barcoded tag that you put in each machine and it records how you go while pushing you to achieve or 'Go Green' ie make sure the light is green while you're using the machine. You can check out your stats on the computer and see your progress, should be pretty nifty. Unsurprisingly it shows up that my left shoulder and chest is not performing as well as the rest of my entire body - that would be the shoulder I had a workers comp claim for and have had ongoing issues with for, probably more than a year now come to think of it. I did mention that didn't I? So, I will be very interested to see how this Smart tag drives me... too what? I'm not sure yet :p
And finally, as I was walking from the gym to catch my bus home, I was thinking about how some of my priorities change when I get an idea in my head. I have very clear goals for my health and fitness - pretty simple and measurable really. But tonight I went to the gym instead of going to a dinner I had been thinking about going too. And now that I have wonderboyf in my life, some of the things I would have gone to have moved to second place being trumped by the decision to spend time with him. With the flood of burlesque nights in Sydney, that was probably already happening to a degree, but I just have a better offer more frequently lately. I will start asking him along to some nights in the city, but at the moment our lives are already so busy, adding another night out on the town just seems a little out of reach. PLus, how am I supposed to go to bed early/ on time and get up and go to the gym if I've been out late in the city? I did take him to see The Snowdroppers for Valentines Day and thankfully he enjoyed them!
Life - the never ending balancing act.
Oh and just to prove how crazy this whole fitness thing is, I got to my bus stop this evening, after walking from the gym (via the train station to go up and down the flights of stairs and up the subsequent hill), and there were road works going on. As my L38 bus (the fast, limited one that doesn't stop at EVERY stop) came to the stop he refused to stop because there was no room. I'd already waited a good while for any bus, me and the other guys all looked dismayed at the driver as he shrugged his shoulders. We said rude words - as the rude words came out of my mouth, my brain decided that 'actually f*ck him, I can make it to the next stop'. So I ran up Norton St to the next stop. I kept pace with the bus for almost half the distance but it started to pull away and I began running out of breath. I kept running anyway despite the fact I could see passengers getting off and the doors closing. The passengers saw me (and possibly saw me running for the bus the whole way) and they held the driver there while I ran the last 20m. I'm mad.
Oh, and hockey has started up again, but that's for another post.
OH! And I decided to try and get pedometer_wars going again, go check it out and let's see if my madness is catching.
I joined Curves. Many people have asked how I find it - it's not like I love going to the gym - it's the thing I do and I don't dislike it which is good. Mainly I find it's a time to focus just on myself and the 30 mins passes very quickly. In the last 2 weeks I have gone 3 times a week, mostly to the one near work and once to the one near home. I have been both Monday mornings before work. I'm a bit useless on Monday's at work, though going to the gym first and having me at work early and awake might end up being a rather good thing. This week I was at the gym before work both Monday and Tuesday and I went again tonight.
Tonight I also had my Smart Tag set up - I can see how this thing could become obsessive! Essentially it's a barcoded tag that you put in each machine and it records how you go while pushing you to achieve or 'Go Green' ie make sure the light is green while you're using the machine. You can check out your stats on the computer and see your progress, should be pretty nifty. Unsurprisingly it shows up that my left shoulder and chest is not performing as well as the rest of my entire body - that would be the shoulder I had a workers comp claim for and have had ongoing issues with for, probably more than a year now come to think of it. I did mention that didn't I? So, I will be very interested to see how this Smart tag drives me... too what? I'm not sure yet :p
And finally, as I was walking from the gym to catch my bus home, I was thinking about how some of my priorities change when I get an idea in my head. I have very clear goals for my health and fitness - pretty simple and measurable really. But tonight I went to the gym instead of going to a dinner I had been thinking about going too. And now that I have wonderboyf in my life, some of the things I would have gone to have moved to second place being trumped by the decision to spend time with him. With the flood of burlesque nights in Sydney, that was probably already happening to a degree, but I just have a better offer more frequently lately. I will start asking him along to some nights in the city, but at the moment our lives are already so busy, adding another night out on the town just seems a little out of reach. PLus, how am I supposed to go to bed early/ on time and get up and go to the gym if I've been out late in the city? I did take him to see The Snowdroppers for Valentines Day and thankfully he enjoyed them!
Life - the never ending balancing act.
Oh and just to prove how crazy this whole fitness thing is, I got to my bus stop this evening, after walking from the gym (via the train station to go up and down the flights of stairs and up the subsequent hill), and there were road works going on. As my L38 bus (the fast, limited one that doesn't stop at EVERY stop) came to the stop he refused to stop because there was no room. I'd already waited a good while for any bus, me and the other guys all looked dismayed at the driver as he shrugged his shoulders. We said rude words - as the rude words came out of my mouth, my brain decided that 'actually f*ck him, I can make it to the next stop'. So I ran up Norton St to the next stop. I kept pace with the bus for almost half the distance but it started to pull away and I began running out of breath. I kept running anyway despite the fact I could see passengers getting off and the doors closing. The passengers saw me (and possibly saw me running for the bus the whole way) and they held the driver there while I ran the last 20m. I'm mad.
Oh, and hockey has started up again, but that's for another post.
OH! And I decided to try and get pedometer_wars going again, go check it out and let's see if my madness is catching.