Ouch

Now that Michael is on his summer schedule we’ve buddied up for the gym in the mornings. Having another person to workout with makes me feel a little less self conscious around machines that I don’t really know how to use. I mean, I guess if you have to stand there reading the instructions and fiddling with the equipment you might as well have another person scratching their head next to you. I don’t know why that makes it better, but it does.

So today we attempted the upper body exercises. I did 4 exercises and worked everything but triceps, mostly because I ran out of time. Now that I know a few more machines that should quit happening. And while I’m sure that my form wasn’t perfect it wasn’t incorrect either, so hopefully I did myself some good. I can tell I’m going to be sore, so that’s something. I’m basically following the strength training routines from Body for Life because he spells everything out for you and I can’t afford a trainer yet.

Why is it that strength training never really feels like a workout until hours after you’re finished. I mean, I left the gym this morning feeling like I cheated because I didn’t do 30 minutes of cardio and get all sweaty and nasty and out of breath. I know from everything I’ve read that you’ve got to build muscle in order to make progress, I worked hard and I grunted and puffed and all but it didn’t feel as productive. It’s totally psychological, I’m sure. Tomorrow morning when my arms are killing me I’ll feel differently.

Finding Nemo

Do fish workout? Uhm, since Chris and Scott have both raved about Finding Nemo, I’m trying to figure out what to say about it. I wasn’t that thrilled. Visually it was awesome and Ellen was a terrific comic sidekick. The story disappointed me, Albert Brooks disappointed me and I’m dumb enough to think that G-rated, animated movies should be okay for kids of all ages. I personally didn’t think this movie was appropriate for most kids under 6 or 7. Which isn’t exactly fair of me, but I can’t help it. The bottom line is probably that parents shouldn’t assume a G movie will be okay for their kids without previewing it. That and I’m a crumudgeon.