I :heart: Working Out
It’s never a good thing when your trainer utters the words Holy shit.
Remember how I wasn’t feeling well, during my last workout? Well this morning, Lorenzo put a heart rate monitor on me (the kind that straps around your chest, and sends data to a watch on your wrist). Lorenzo had a second watch that he synced with my monitor, so that he could see what was going on.
I did my normal jogging for 5 minutes before starting, and we set off to the “bat cave” to do some exercises (the term refers to the area by the rock climbing wall, which casts a large shadow over the section). There, we did some basic stuff – a few crunches, a few lunges, jumping jacks, and I did a little weight on a machine back there.
Turns out, my heart rate is normally at 120 – 125. Normal, apparently, is around 70. Yikes.
When we were doing pretty basic stuff (functional movements), my heart rate got up to around 150 – 160. At its peak, I saw it hit 170.
Lorenzo was concerned by this. So much so that he asked me to go visit my doctor, and to tell him about my heart rate, and how my heart doesn’t seem to be recovering as quickly as it should. I’m technically not supposed to work out until I get the word from my doctor.
Lorenzo told me he could probably get my heart up to 200 easily, if he wanted to. And as he was shaking his head, he told me he couldn’t imagine what my heart rate was like the last time we worked out.
So… off to the doc, and to find out what’s up. There’s a chance something’s wrong, but there’s also a chance that I’m just really out of shape. Lorenzo said that if the doc gives the thumbs up, he’ll continue to kick my ass… but wanted to play things safe for now.
It’s odd that I’m actually bummed about not being able to get back to the gym. I’m trying to slowly develop a good routine, where working out is just something I do – like washing the dishes. The idea of not being able to resume workouts is a little… depressing, I guess. Don’t get me wrong – I dislike the workouts, and I dislike the ache afterwards. But I don’t want to lose my momentum. The idea of not working out makes me feel like I’m losing the past two weeks of effort (even though that’s not true).
Guess I know what song I’m adding to my playlist, on the way to work.
Pro: I no longer feel as wimpy, finding out this information.
Con: This information may end up being a heart condition.
Let’s just hope I’m really, really out of shape. Fingers crossed.