HIIT Me With Your Best Shot

Yesterday I had dinner planned with a friend from out of town, and some local mutual friends. When we were tossing around times to meet, I decided to aim for 6:30pm, which would give me about 30 minutes at the gym.

Which is the perfect amount of time for some quick sprints and a shower. Oh yeah.
I was a puddle afterward. I hopped in the shower and made sure the water was COLD (okay, not COLD, but, cool, for sure). After climbing out of the shower I was still sweating. I felt flushed and awesome. It was hard, for sure. 9.5mph was killing me. I was convinced when I finally hit 10mph that I was going to fly off the back of the treadmill and hit the bench press (why would you put big heavy things behind the treadmills. Don't you know I'm a klutz?). But, I didn't. In fact, I'm pretty sure I could have gone faster. But, man is it hard controlling the MPH while sprinting. If I'm going to go for super speed I'll probably try the jumping on and off the treadmill thing.

Distance-wise, I made it 2.2 miles. But HIIT isn't about distance.

Afterward, I weighed myself, because hey, that's how I roll. Down 1.5lbs since last week, but that's an average weight fluctuation. As long as my poor diet isn't causing me to gain massive poundage, I'm okay. Plus, I've been eating pretty sodium heavy the last few weeks, as a backlash from my months on the Paleo diet, when sodium was restricted.

99% of the time I'd rather have beef jerky than a candy bar. When I was a kid I used to butter a piece of bread, then bury it in salt. Yum. And gross, but, yeah, yum.

This morning marked my last session with my trainer before Christmas. We did a mixture of arms and legs, doing lots of vomit inducing exercises (aka the machines that put pressure on my stomach. gross.) and ending with planks. I think I'm getting better with planks. The key to not freaking out, for me, is to breathe really slowly, and count each slow breath as a second. I get to 11 around the actual 45 second mark, so it feels like it's not quite as long. My trainer claims that another one of his clients can hold a plank for 4 minutes. I'm not sure I'll ever be capable of that. But, my core is pretty neglected, so many I should be working on planks on my own time, too.

It's still raining up a storm here in L.A. We're supposed to get thunderstorms today, but clear skies tomorrow. We'll see how that goes. I'm loving that I don't have to pay to water my lawn, but the neighborhood ants had started seeking refuge in our Christmas tree. I think I have to buy some ant poison and orange oil tonight. Boo.