Writing is sedentary. And I don't want to spread out until I'm shaped like my office chair.
So this week, I've started burst training. For the uninitiated: burst training consists of a series of short bursts of intense exercise followed by short periods of rest. I've chosen the 30-30-30 approach, which is 30 seconds of something, 30 seconds of something, and 30 seconds of catching your breath.
Doesn't sound like much, does it?
I knew I'd have to start slowly, since the last regular exercise I've had was ballet and conditioning classes too many years ago. So I opted for 15-second bursts.
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh.
I thought I was dying. Not during the exercise--afterward. My lungs felt like they were sticking together every time I exhaled. My legs didn't want to work. And I wasn't hungry for 45 minutes afterward (I'd been starving before I started).
Seriously? I'm THIS out of shape?
Fortunately, you're not supposed to do burst training every day. So Tuesday was my off day, and Wednesday I was ready to go. You're supposed to work up to 4 repetitions of 3 sets. On the-day-I-almost-died, I had done 2 repetitions. My husband begged me to cut back (he's not ready to be a widower), so on Wednesday I did 1 full set and a third of the next. That seemed to be the magic number, because I only felt a LITTLE dead afterward. It took me fifteen minutes to be ready for lunch instead of 45.
We'll see what happens today.
I'm most excited by the fact that I can crank out 8 push-ups in 15 seconds. Of course, they're GIRLIE push-ups, but I AM a girl. So I'm okay with that.
It figures I'd be better with upper-body strength. All that typing and laptop-toting should count for something, yes?
My leg strength, on the other hand, is deplorable. Too many hours sitting in coffee shops.
So there you have it. Authoress is burning fat! The amazing thing is the way my energy level stays up the rest of the day (once I can breathe again). I found that, yesterday, my body wanted to exercise.
But talk about a productivity boost! I wrote well over 1000 words yesterday. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my Internet connection went down for a little while.
So now, along with my writing goals, I've got inches-off goals. Ability-to-run-away-from-zombies-in-dark-alleys goals. Wearing-my-new-bathing-suit-at-the-shore-in-June goals.
That sort of thing.
How do you stay in shape? I'm all ears! Unless, of course, you're going to gloat about your 4-full-set burst training and rippling abs. I might just hate you.