The question has been asked: what will I do now that the strike is over? Will The Post-Apocalyptic Workout continue, or will I laugh into my golden chalice of unicorn juice as I send my butler to finish the remaining workouts of that pesky first challenge?
I shall continue, because the Apocalypse waits for no (wo)man!
Also, I was unemployed prior to the strike. However, if you're thinking man, I could really use a writer with some post-apocalyptic training, maybe a CPR certification, a couple of Teen Choice Awards and a really cool Atari 2600 Adventure shirt, don't hesitate to email me, as my career as a Diablo Cody lookalike is coming to an end.
This week marked the beginning of week six of the Couch-to-5K running plan, and I've quickly discovered that more running = less weight training for me. I've had to back off on some poundages because the sheer act of running 20 minutes in a row (laugh it up, fuzzball!) are definitely taking their toll on my body. As runs get longer, I'm taking more time to recover. However, I've only been running for six weeks. Everything I've read suggests that the body takes time to adapt, so I've gone from the honeymoon period to okay-now-this-is-a-bitch. My endurance continues to improve, although I learned the hard way that just because I can run eight minutes at 5.5mph doesn't mean that I can run 20 minutes at that speed.
Perhaps it was a wee bit ambitious to run/bike/lift. Perhaps isn't even the word - it was ambitious. I haven't been perfect with getting everything in except for the running, but I'd say that I complete about 85% of my workouts. Not too shabby.
I'll leave you with this tidbit from the PAW's Favorite Gym Member, I overheard yesterday. She was on the treadmill, with the same trainer on the one next to her. Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" is blasting through the speakers of the gym.
Trainer: Do you know who this is?
Girl: Is it...Chicago?
Trainer: No, it's Jefferson Airplane.
Trainer: D'you know who the lead singer is?
Girl: I know this! Mama Cass!
Trainer: No, it's Grace Slick.
Girl: Grace who?
Trainer: Grace Slick.
Girl: You made that up.
Trainer: You've never heard of Grace Slick?
Girl: I was born in 1974! I was a Nixon baby!
Trainer: Oh, well I was a Lincoln baby.
Girl: [laughs] You were not born when the first President was around!
Girl: Oh, duh, wait, that wasn't Lincoln.
Trainer: I didn't want to say--
Girl: Everyone knows that's Ben Franklin.
It's a good thing she's pretty. Although post-apocalypse, that's not gonna get her as far as it does now...