Alright. This is not going to be an “All Shred, All The Time” website. But the 30 Day Shred workout is so significantly ass-kicky that it’s going to merit an entry or twelve, by each of us who are committing ourselves to this lunacy (I’m looking at you, Kim).
Let’s see if I can get my shaking arms to cooperate long enough to type this.
I thought to put on my heart rate monitor before I got started this afternoon – after 24 minutes (there’s a warm-up and cool-down part of the program) my HRM says I burned 275 calories (at 5’4″, 153 lbs*, 35 years old – which I will be one month from Saturday – apparently these stats matter for calorie burn calculation). Of course, for all but five minutes of that time, I was outside (read: WAY outside) my target heart rate (135-155), with my max topping out at a whopping 191 beats per minute. Now, that CAN’T be healthy for you, can it? But I’ll be blessed if I can figure out how to slow down my heart rate, while still keeping up with that
My nutritionist (who is also a competitive body building coach) always says that a person can gauge their level of fitness by the time it takes them to recover from a hard workout.
Bwa. Bwa ha. Bwa ha ha.
For a dead person, I’m surprisingly ambulatory.
Hey Kim, how are you at those side lunges with anterior raises? Because I gotta tell you, they’re HELL on my knees. I just end up doing wide-stance squats instead of the side lunges – I can’t get the form right and I’m going to end up doing damage. Also, WTF, the bottoms of my feet burn like a mutha while squatting and doing those punches. What’s that all about? I’m getting better at bicycle crunches, but I hate push-ups with the white hot burning passion of a thousand suns. And I doubt that’s ever going to change.
I’m not planning on doing this every day – I’m of the school of thought that muscles need a day of rest in between strength training workouts, to give them a chance to build up. So at this second in time (which can change without warning) the plan is to alternate a day of shred, a day of cardio, etc. If I can HANDLE it. Which, at the moment, is questionable.
Okay, I stink. I’m off to shower. (You’re welcome.)
(*Hah. When I first typed this entry and hit “Post”, I’d originally put in my weight as 133 lbs. How’s that for a subliminal slip-up?)