As I headed to the gym this morning, I found myself wishing that my gym offered a BodyPump class on Friday mornings. I love the fast pace and intense muscle burn I get from BodyPump and have a hard time replicating it in my own workouts.
Today I decided I would take a cue from BodyPump and up the pace of my strength-trainig workout, allowing only a 30-second rest in between sets. I also split up my 20 minutes of cardio into two 10-minute spurts which helped my workout fly by!
In the end, my workout looked like this:
Exercise | Weights | Reps | Sets |
Leg extensions | 35 lbs. | 15 | 3 |
Leg press | 130 lbs. | 15 | 3 |
Elliptical | 10 min. | ||
Hamstring ball curls | Bodyweight | 20 | 3 |
Push ups (girly) | Bodyweight | 15 | 3 |
Elliptical | 10 min. | ||
Shoulder raises | 10 lbs. | 15 | 3 |
Bicep curls | 15 lbs. | 15 | 3 |
Tricep dips | Bodyweight | 15 | 3 |
Various crunches | Bodyweight | 20 | 4 |
It was a pretty decent workout, if I do say so myself!
Breakfast
I arrived home and promised Sadie I would take her on a walk after breakfast, since my tummy was grumbling! Sometimes after a big dinner, I awake the following morning feeling hungrier than usual. I don’t understand it, but I listen to the ol’ tummy and give it what it wants.
I got to work in the kitchen, toasting two waffles and slicing up a frozen banana.
I ended up eating one of the toasted waffles before plating my breakfast because I’m an animal.
I topped the remaining toasted waffle with vanilla Greek yogurt, frozen banana slices and chia seeds and dug in!
Another great morning meal!
Happy Birthday to…
The first-ever man in my life.
My dad!
My dad is the man with whom I can eat ridiculous amounts of chocolate marshmallow ice cream. The man who points up when there’s nothing to look at, just so he can tickle you under your chin. He’s the man who cried the most on my wedding day. The man who cannot, for the life of him, pronounce the word “edamame.” He’s the man I know I can always turn to. The man who will tell it to me straight. He’s the man who sat on my bed when I was 15, asking me to explain exactly what I meant when I said I had my first boyfriend. He’s the man with whom I can split an entire can of black olives. The man who cannot go grocery shopping without making a bee line for the bakery. He’s the man who has a passion for his family and loves “his girls” more than anything in the world. The man whom I feel so grateful to call my father.
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