August 5, 2006, continued.
With the personal trainer, I did seated rows (using a pulley machine, at twenty pounds), 15 reps. Then I did back extensions while kneeling with my upper body supported by a stability ball, 15 reps, the trainer reminding me to use the glutes to squeeze up (and to keep those abs sucked in!). I repeated those two exercises. Then I did rows while standing up and leaning over, supporting myself with one hand and using the other to pull on a low-pulley (set at 40 pounds, though she had to help me make the last reps of those – I did twelve reps). Then I did “supergirls,” lying face-down on the floor, arms extended, and lifting one arm and the opposite leg – 15 reps. I repeated the one-armed rows and the supergirls again. Then she had me sit on the stability ball, and she threw a six-pound medicine ball at me and I was supposed to throw it back immediately upon catching it. Only, I didn’t realize how heavy the ball would be, and the first thing that happened was that I didn’t stop its momentum in time and it hit me in the nose! No harm done, though. I think she threw the ball more gently after that :-). After fifteen reps of those, I did fifteen “side throws” on each side – she threw the ball at me from the side, and after catching it I swung it to my far side and then heaved (or as much as a heave I could manage ;-)) it back to her underhand. For the last exercise, we faced each other, knees slightly bent, and put our hands out to push at each other’s hands, the object being to try to make the each other lose their balance, either from pushing them hard or pushing them easier than they were prepared for. I think I “won,” but I think she let me. Then we stretched.
When I got back to the apartment, Gary said he was ready to be put to bed for a nap (he’d had a hard afternoon of watching golf ;-)). I decided I was ready for that too (only, I had to put myself into my bed).
In the evening, during our routine, Gary asked if I was excited about going home. I said I would be glad to be in our own house, in my own bed, and with my cats (assuming they forgive our absence), but that I would miss having the “cheerleading squad” at Shepherd giving encouragement at every accomplishment (and I’ll miss not being able to fill the blog with the day’s happenings). I then asked him if he was excited about going home, and he said, yeah, that he was ready, that now it was just a matter of practicing what he’d learned. He said he’d also be glad to get back into our old routine of watching “24" or some such program; we then realized we’ll have to be doing that from 7-8, or maybe even a bit earlier, in order to get our “new routine” done in time for him to keep to his 10 pm IC schedule.
Nothing will quite be as it ever was. But we’ve still got the most important things. Foremost, each other.
With the personal trainer, I did seated rows (using a pulley machine, at twenty pounds), 15 reps. Then I did back extensions while kneeling with my upper body supported by a stability ball, 15 reps, the trainer reminding me to use the glutes to squeeze up (and to keep those abs sucked in!). I repeated those two exercises. Then I did rows while standing up and leaning over, supporting myself with one hand and using the other to pull on a low-pulley (set at 40 pounds, though she had to help me make the last reps of those – I did twelve reps). Then I did “supergirls,” lying face-down on the floor, arms extended, and lifting one arm and the opposite leg – 15 reps. I repeated the one-armed rows and the supergirls again. Then she had me sit on the stability ball, and she threw a six-pound medicine ball at me and I was supposed to throw it back immediately upon catching it. Only, I didn’t realize how heavy the ball would be, and the first thing that happened was that I didn’t stop its momentum in time and it hit me in the nose! No harm done, though. I think she threw the ball more gently after that :-). After fifteen reps of those, I did fifteen “side throws” on each side – she threw the ball at me from the side, and after catching it I swung it to my far side and then heaved (or as much as a heave I could manage ;-)) it back to her underhand. For the last exercise, we faced each other, knees slightly bent, and put our hands out to push at each other’s hands, the object being to try to make the each other lose their balance, either from pushing them hard or pushing them easier than they were prepared for. I think I “won,” but I think she let me. Then we stretched.
When I got back to the apartment, Gary said he was ready to be put to bed for a nap (he’d had a hard afternoon of watching golf ;-)). I decided I was ready for that too (only, I had to put myself into my bed).
In the evening, during our routine, Gary asked if I was excited about going home. I said I would be glad to be in our own house, in my own bed, and with my cats (assuming they forgive our absence), but that I would miss having the “cheerleading squad” at Shepherd giving encouragement at every accomplishment (and I’ll miss not being able to fill the blog with the day’s happenings). I then asked him if he was excited about going home, and he said, yeah, that he was ready, that now it was just a matter of practicing what he’d learned. He said he’d also be glad to get back into our old routine of watching “24" or some such program; we then realized we’ll have to be doing that from 7-8, or maybe even a bit earlier, in order to get our “new routine” done in time for him to keep to his 10 pm IC schedule.
Nothing will quite be as it ever was. But we’ve still got the most important things. Foremost, each other.
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