I’m also in that stupid running rut again. Always a few weeks into my marathon training, I get into a rut. I had a 50+ mile week last week… and this week is only around 15 or 20. And I don’t really care. HA.
Oh, well. Even though I am not necessarily running, I’m still doing plenty to work up a sweat.
The other day, I did Plyo X (P90X). It had been a long time since I did that one, but I still expected it to be easy cakes. IT WAS NOT. I guess all that weight I put on during the traveling really makes it harder for me to jump around.
I also did the Insanity Upper Body Weights video, which is one of my favorite all-over, hits-every-muscle workout videos. That one somehow made my legs sore, too.
Let’s get to today’s workout though… it was harder than either of those workouts.
Went to the gym with Joe. He hit the weight section, and since I did the Insanity weights one yesterday, I hopped on the stairclimber (never-ending staircase of doom… and perky butts).
I warmed up at level 10. It was supposed to be only a 10-minute warmup, but I was so engrossed in an article I was reading that it turned into a 20-minute warmup. Whoops.
Then I did little 30 second pick-ups at level 16, 17, 18, and 19. That’s 2-minutes total at those faster speeds (and a couple minutes of recovery at level 10 in between each of them).
By the end, I had done 40 stinkin’ minutes on the stairclimber and I was totally depleted of all energy. I don’t know if it’s because I sweat like crazy or I just hadn’t done the stairs in a while, but I felt like I was at that level before you start feeling all dizzy and nauseous. if I had done even one or two more minutes, I would have just been passed out on the floor.
It’s not like I didn’t fuel up before, either. I had my usual of coffee, a banana, a big slice of my mom’s banana bread, and a piece of chocolate (<— I don’t usually do that, but I found a bar of See’s Dark Chocolate with Almonds and I had to have a piece, haha).
Conclusion: Doing any sort of “sprints” on the stairclimber is TOUGH. Level 16 felt like I was running up the stairs, as if I was late for class. Level 19 felt like I was running up the stairs, being chased by bad guys.
Joe had a little bit more to do, so I was just going to do an easy jog on the treadmill. I started at 6.6 mph, and still felt like I had nothing left in the tank. No energy in the reserves. NONE.
And then that magical thing happened… second wind. I felt good after the first mile and started speeding up by 0.1 mph every quarter mile. Joe came and got me by the time I hit 1.75 miles (15:50).
Thank Jesus. As soon as I stopped it, I felt how incredibly tired I was. Even walking out to the parking lot felt like a chore.
STUPID STAIRCLIMBER. ALWAYS GOTTA KICK BY BUTT LIKE THAT, GARSH.
… but I secretly love it for that reason, hehe.
We got washed up and went to Boudin for lunch!
Their systems were down and there was kind of a long wait, so they gave everyone a free loaf of their sourdough bread:
Oh, and free samples of their salads. Yum!
I ordered their Goat cheese and apple salad:
That was eaten with a round of their sourdough bread. It was good, but they forgot to put almonds in the salad. Gasp. <— Now you know that there is really nothing stressful going on in my life.
Besides the fact that they forgot an important ingredient in a salad with not that many toppings, it was good. Kind of not filling enough, so I had a bowl of rice with kimchi jjigae, too.
“My Lord was crucified yesterday. He is now dead. He said he was here to save us and be our king, but he died. Now I don’t know what to do because everyone knows I was following him and listening to his teachings for three years… and he’s dead. I don’t know what to think, but I am so sad because he was a great teacher.”
Let’s just put ourselves in the shoes of Jesus’ disciples. What might they have been thinking on the day after Good Friday? How did they feel after their teacher (after the Last Supper and washing their feet) spent all of Thursday night being tortured, and about 6 hours of Friday hanging on the cross?
When Jesus was dying, he said, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?“
Something I learned a while ago was that Jesus was actually saying the first like of Psalm 22, where David says, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?”
The coolest thing is that when you read Psalm 22, you see that there is a lot of prophesying about Jesus’ death: “… (v. 16) they pierce my hands and my feet… (v. 18) they divide my clothes among them and cast lots for my garment.”
As the Psalm goes on, it ends in praise for the LORD and who He is. “(v. 25) From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly… (v. 27) All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD… (v. 28) for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.”
So… Jesus was pretty much a super smart guy. To others, when he said that, it may seem like he’s really feeling forsaken. Truth is that he was saying so much more as he was alluding to Psalm 22 in its entirety.
The way that the Psalm ends? “(v. 31) He has done it!“
So even though the disciples may have been mourning, confused, perhaps depressed by the crucifixion of Jesus… they are going to be even more stunned tomorrow morning. Anyways, this is the period after Jesus’ body became an empty vessel, but before he defeated death by rising up. If I was in their shoes, I would just revert back to my old ways and what is familiar. To them, that was fishing. Haha. Some of them who were fishermen will be found fishing tomorrow morning.
It’s really quite an amazing thing to think about. The Creator of the universe, pure and holy (and innocent!), dying like a horrible criminal. That is how humble my King is!
Glory to God!
Hope you take this weekend to reflect on the humility of Our Savior, and have a beautiful Easter celebration tomorrow!