(a follow up to Text to Vent)

Last week Tuesday I left the gym fairly devastated. Austin guided me through what seemed like a simple workout for balance:

  • Aerobic Step Squat Jumps (On/Off Quick Touch)
  • Kettlebell Squat Jumps (Quick Touch)
  • Bosu Ball
    • One leg static, the other swinging to mimic a soccer shot (15 seconds)
    • Medicine ball toss back, two legs on, lift to one leg while ball is in the air, set it down as ball is caught, throw back and switch legs
  • Push Ups & Plank Drags

…but that Bosu Ball made me its #1 Bitch and unfortunately my frustration with the experience followed me through the rest of the week.  Despite my terrible attitude, I went back to the gym, nailed my 15 seconds of balance, developed some arm/core strength and even practiced broad jumps. They came in very handy for this week’s stability workout:

  • Single Foot Bosu Balance w/opposing kettlebell
  • Bosu 10 second step over, crossing behind
  • Jump Rope
  • Agility Ladder with resistance band
    • shuffle outwide
    • zig zag to corners
    • wide stance broad jumps
    • hopscotch
    • Ball control (6lb med ball) – in and out with alternating feet
  • Calf balance with slam ball press
  • Calf wall balance dominant stance with slam ball

Still falling off the Bosu ball but I have a better attitude about it and I know I’ll nail it by the weekend. Absolutely love the variety in my workouts and I’m starting to see a noticeable difference in my body now!

Because Dishes?

This morning I cried before breakfast. Not sure if that’s good or bad, but it happened over a sinkful of dirty dishes.

Now before you write me off as overly emotional, understand that there’s a strange power struggle going on between me and my housemate. We both have strong work ethics and want to contribute. Being a single parent since forever, I do everything myself and don’t like to accept help. Being new to the household, my housemate wants to help and isn’t used to people who don’t like to accept help. This morning I found a note asking me to leave the dirty dishes, but I really wanted to do them, so I did. But this made my housemate unhappy, then I felt sad that I took away a chance to help, and I sniffled my way through doing the dishes.

So ok, maybe I was a little overly emotional, but hey, at least I got it out of my system. The dishes are sparkly clean.  I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out. #notagreatcohabitator

Rest Days? LOL (but srsly, I need recovery advice)

Going to the gym was the LAST thing I wanted to do yesterday. My legs were howling from Tuesday’s workout and the three soccer games I played on Wednesday. The more I thought about all the squats and broad jumps I had to do, the more work seemed to take precedence over working out (soooo busy, dontcha know?) Motivation  came in the form of a particularly frustrating text exchange that figuratively drove me to the gym.

Thursday Afternoon

  • Aggressive rowing with loud breathing (5 min)
  • Fast (and sloppy) agility ladder circuit (3 sets, lots of reps)
  • Carefully and gingerly Trx assisted lunge jumps followed by a shoulder width squat (3 sets, 8 reps)
  • Angry overhead 12 lb weighted ball throws at the wall with a squat retrieve (3 sets, 10 reps)
  • Reluctant broad jumps that got less reluctant as I worked to improve my form and distance (2 sets, 8 reps)
  • Determined medicine ball toe touches, not looking (3 sets, 25 each leg)
  • Really, really tired leg Trx assisted sumo squat to shoulder width squat to stripper squat (3 sets, 8 reps)
  • Ab work: double leg lift & hold, flutter kicks (3 sets, 25 seconds each)
  • Push-ups on my knees because my abs were killing me (15)
  • Stretching (1o min)

I left the gym feeling accomplished and happier. My leg muscles were tired but definitely looser than they’d been all day.

Thursday Evening:

  • Adult Co-ed soccer, defense, 50 minutes


Oof!  I really needed an epsom salt bath after all that activity! A friend recommended post-workout Lysine supplements; what would you recommend for optimal recovery?