I’ve been taking my Pinhoti recovery seriously the past two months. Very seriously. I’ve been sleeping in, eating a lot, and barely running. Basically, I have become a professional sloth. Which is fine by me—I earned it, damn it!
However, my clothes are getting tighter and I miss my running friends and sculpted thighs. So it’s time to get serious about training again. Plus, this is the week of Big Plans, and I have plenty of Big Plans for 2016.
As I’ve said before, I know zero about the gym. But I’m a Jersey girl, and us Jersey folk are meant to GTL—I’m already tan, I do my laundry frequently, so all that’s left is going to the gym.
Looking ahead for 2016, I want to get stronger for races and stay injury-free. Since I’m notorious for not following through on cross-training, I’ve enlisted some help.
I’m partnering with Gold’s Gym for the next six months to help me get fit as fuck. I’m going to meet with a trainer and have her develop a 12-week plan to get me looking
like a bikini model less skinny fat ultra strong. I’ll also start taking Torque classes (a safer, more personalized CrossFit) with Lewis, a former NFL player who promises to make me suffer.
I took a BodyPump class before the holidays to wet my whistle on this whole group ex thing. It was fun! I used the lightest weights, but by the end of the class I was still skipping every other rep and trying to control my trembling arms.
And then on New Year’s Eve I ventured to Gold’s alone. Because New Year, New You, right? I was like a lost little puppy. I mean, I was really pathetic. I walked in there without a plan (or headphones, which is apparently a gym faux pas) and wandered aimlessly, doing five reps on one machine, ten on another. I eventually hid in the women’s section and furiously texted an SOS to Rachel for some kind of workout plan.
So! My laughably disastrous gym workout is proof that A) I need to gym more often to strengthen non-running muscles B) I need major guidance and Gold’s will help.
Follow along as I get whipped into shape!