Cooter
06-22-2003, 01:43 PM
alright, I hate running because I'm fat and it kills me, and it hurts my shins...
I hate walking because it takes forever to get anywhere (though I can walk endlessly without tiring)
I don't mind riding a bike, but I don't have a good bike right now. I'm borrowing my buddies, but I think the frame is the wrong size or something because my wrists hurt when I ride it...
I enjoy swimming laps, but don't have a good place to do it.
I have been lifting weights with ~2 minute intervals between sets as I just got back in the gym, and I want to get my strength back up. but I know I gotta do something to get the heart rate up and help w/ endurance and such...
anyhow, I told myself I was gonna go do sprints on Saturday... I'd done them a couple times before, but I'd forgotten just how rough they are... especially for a fat ass like me who left to his own devices would exist on red meat and alcohol if possible.
a guy I talked with a while back said he does sprints 3-5 times a week as it gets the body into a cardio zone, but it builds fast twitch muscle at the same time... said he did ten 100yd sprints with 1min rest between each sprint.
ok, I'll start easy and do five... easy enough, right? :rolleyes: I ride up to the highschool on my bike to warm up my legs a little, get on the field and stretch out a little... here's the rundown of my "performance" LMAO!
1st "pass": felt strong the whole run, pulled hard past the "finish line"
wow, I'm winded... a minute comes up FAST when you're heaving down air like you've been holding your breath for 10 minutes!
2nd "pass": strong out of the hole... about half track I feel the valves floating a little... I'm pushing, but my legs aren't moving quite as fast as I'm telling them to! (god I'm out of shape) at 75yds, I "dig deep" and pick up some speed and push hard to 100
ok, my lungs are burning, chest is HEAVING and the the world is rotating slightly in the wrong direction. I cheated and rested longer than a minute... hey, there were people watching, I didn't want to fall over and embarass myself! LOL!
3rd "pass": similar to the 2nd (which I attribute to the extra rest... otherwise it woulda been UGLY!) but slowed down slightly... if you were to zoom in on my face, I'm sure it looked like I was trying to shit a basketball
a little more dizzy and numb, quads are nearing jello-like consistancy, and I'm thinkin' "ok, I really need some gatoraide and an oxygen mask"
because my bicycle was on the other side and other end of the football field, and I felt like I was moving ever closer to passing out, I decided that a 5th pass would be rediculous, so I decided to run across the field diagonally.
4th "pass": the casual observer would probably say, "hmm, why is that guy jogging across the field like that?". dug deep and told myself, "you're gonna run the last half of this distance like your life depended on it". I'm not sure that my life would have been spared, but I gave it my all damnit!!
I actually sat down for a minute after that one... swinging the piece of jello I once called my left leg over the bicycle was a fun little dance. luckily the ride home was pretty much downhill. I remember thinking, "I sure hope I don't have to perform any emergency/evasive manuvers on the ride home or I'm toast"
pedaling in slow motion and fighting impeding blindness and deafness I made my way home, got inside, knocked down a tall glass of Gatoraide and then nursed a half gal of water as I felt my blood sugar level balance back out and the headache that was threatening to develop subside...
then I passed clean the fuck out for 2 hrs! LOL! to my credit I didn't get much sleep the night before.
damn that was fun, can't wait to go punish myself again! :D
I want to start doing that at least 3 times a week and start cutting the rest time between sets when I'm lifting.
heck, I didn't even drink any vodka last night... had two beers and even turned down free taco bell tacos (one of my favorite sins)
Forrest
I hate walking because it takes forever to get anywhere (though I can walk endlessly without tiring)
I don't mind riding a bike, but I don't have a good bike right now. I'm borrowing my buddies, but I think the frame is the wrong size or something because my wrists hurt when I ride it...
I enjoy swimming laps, but don't have a good place to do it.
I have been lifting weights with ~2 minute intervals between sets as I just got back in the gym, and I want to get my strength back up. but I know I gotta do something to get the heart rate up and help w/ endurance and such...
anyhow, I told myself I was gonna go do sprints on Saturday... I'd done them a couple times before, but I'd forgotten just how rough they are... especially for a fat ass like me who left to his own devices would exist on red meat and alcohol if possible.
a guy I talked with a while back said he does sprints 3-5 times a week as it gets the body into a cardio zone, but it builds fast twitch muscle at the same time... said he did ten 100yd sprints with 1min rest between each sprint.
ok, I'll start easy and do five... easy enough, right? :rolleyes: I ride up to the highschool on my bike to warm up my legs a little, get on the field and stretch out a little... here's the rundown of my "performance" LMAO!
1st "pass": felt strong the whole run, pulled hard past the "finish line"
wow, I'm winded... a minute comes up FAST when you're heaving down air like you've been holding your breath for 10 minutes!
2nd "pass": strong out of the hole... about half track I feel the valves floating a little... I'm pushing, but my legs aren't moving quite as fast as I'm telling them to! (god I'm out of shape) at 75yds, I "dig deep" and pick up some speed and push hard to 100
ok, my lungs are burning, chest is HEAVING and the the world is rotating slightly in the wrong direction. I cheated and rested longer than a minute... hey, there were people watching, I didn't want to fall over and embarass myself! LOL!
3rd "pass": similar to the 2nd (which I attribute to the extra rest... otherwise it woulda been UGLY!) but slowed down slightly... if you were to zoom in on my face, I'm sure it looked like I was trying to shit a basketball
a little more dizzy and numb, quads are nearing jello-like consistancy, and I'm thinkin' "ok, I really need some gatoraide and an oxygen mask"
because my bicycle was on the other side and other end of the football field, and I felt like I was moving ever closer to passing out, I decided that a 5th pass would be rediculous, so I decided to run across the field diagonally.
4th "pass": the casual observer would probably say, "hmm, why is that guy jogging across the field like that?". dug deep and told myself, "you're gonna run the last half of this distance like your life depended on it". I'm not sure that my life would have been spared, but I gave it my all damnit!!
I actually sat down for a minute after that one... swinging the piece of jello I once called my left leg over the bicycle was a fun little dance. luckily the ride home was pretty much downhill. I remember thinking, "I sure hope I don't have to perform any emergency/evasive manuvers on the ride home or I'm toast"
pedaling in slow motion and fighting impeding blindness and deafness I made my way home, got inside, knocked down a tall glass of Gatoraide and then nursed a half gal of water as I felt my blood sugar level balance back out and the headache that was threatening to develop subside...
then I passed clean the fuck out for 2 hrs! LOL! to my credit I didn't get much sleep the night before.
damn that was fun, can't wait to go punish myself again! :D
I want to start doing that at least 3 times a week and start cutting the rest time between sets when I'm lifting.
heck, I didn't even drink any vodka last night... had two beers and even turned down free taco bell tacos (one of my favorite sins)
Forrest