Life is currently chaotic good: The Moth tonight, writing deadline on Friday, Michigan speaking gig this weekend, coordinating 30 people to Palestine in April, Zephyr Point duties, Board responsibilities, plants need watering, and dog needs cuddling.
That said, because of #OrangeTheory, for seven hours a week, my mind gets to stop swirling. Grateful.
Headed to Salem OR for a weekend of speaking and preaching with Westminster Presbyterian Church and First Presbyterian Church.
Also, tell me you are an author who schleps his own books/merch for the weekend and has to get in at least one #OrangeTheory class without telling me...
The trainers have been great on customizing the workouts for me to avoid bulking up shoulders—although thats recently just meant my glutes are getting a lot of attention and are constantly sore. 🤣
I can definitely see this becoming a cornerstone of our weekly routine and us settling in to the local microculture. Never thought transition would end up making me a gym bunny but really this is just surprising new life development #468.
Also got 23 splat points (23 minutes spent at >84% of my maximum heart rate), which is my best (and will get harder to match or beat as my max heart rate increases).
All of that was on the treadmill—I have yet to figure out how to get my heart rate up on the rowing machines without feeling like I'm going to vomit. I think it's a body-systems-mismatched thing (my arms are so sad compared to my legs) and I’ll get past it in time.
#OrangeTheory continues (and will continue through November cause its a 3 month starting commitment).
Am trying to internalize that when the trainer uses the words "last," "final," or "all-out," they are LYING. Its not the last push of the day's workout, its the last push of this block, and there are two more blocks. Don't actually go all-out because after that you're doing walking recovery and then two more rounds of "all-outs."
Watch the clock, Mimsy. It's an hour of sweating.