Training Session #2- June 3
7:15 am to 7:45 am
61°, windy, light rain
No hurry. No pause.
30 minutes of constant movement.
- 10 minute walk.
- 10 minutes of intervals of walking for 1 minute and jogging for 30 seconds.
- 10 minute walk.
Times I fell:
Completing 10 minutes of interval training. The last two jogs were particularly hard. My left leg buckled a few times, having difficulty keeping up with my right leg.
Songs Played During Training:
I tempted the Spotify gods and set my music to shuffle. These are the songs that played during training.
Shape of You- Ed Sheeran
Shake it Off-Taylor Swift
Everybody- Backstreet Boys
Free Fallin- Tom Petty
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg- The Temptations
Happy- Pharrell Williams
Could Have Been Me- The Struts
Despacito- Luis Fonsi
You Can’t Hurry Love- The Supremes
Roar- Katy Perry
Thunder- Imagine Dragons
Build Me Up Buttercup- The Foundations
Don’t Stop the Music- Rihanna
American Girl- Tom Petty
Summertime- DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
I can train without coffee. I usually have the “not-until-I-have-my -coffee” attitude. However, this attitude, especially when training, is dangerous. Because you’re allowing coffee to establish precedence over training. I like to sit down and take my time with coffee, especially on a cold, wet Sunday morning. By having coffee first I would be delaying training, which would give me time to talk myself out of training.
My left leg wanted coffee a lot earlier than my right. It’s amazing how my legs are so different yet both endured comparable injuries.
- Right- ACL, MCL reconstruction 1999, Ankle reconstruction 2013
- Left – ACL reconstruction 2001, broken foot bone 2017
Since the hole in my brain developed, the left side of my body (including my upper body) has been less reactive and is overall weaker than my right.
Quote I’m Thinking About:
“Sparta, Rome, the knights of Europe, the samurai worshiped strength. Because it is strength that makes all other values possible.”- Enter the Dragon
“The man turns back to the mirror. His eyes are deep blue like the child’s. Below his soft chest, beats the heart of a child–boundless and wild. A heart that yearns to play outside again. To run, jump, tackle, and swing. To sweat, to bleed, to get dirty again. A heart that is much younger then the body that holds it.”