Monday, April 27, 2009

To Hell With the Music You Like

If you're like me, and you absolutely hate cardio, you probably need to listen to music while you commit suicide doing it. For me this need is not taken lightly. I need music on the treadmill like a car needs gas. Music is more important than water at that point.

When I first started working out regularly, I loaded my mp3 player with a shitload of songs I like. Songs by Marilyn Manson, Nightwish, Prince, Queen, Smashing Pumpkins, Pink Floyd, and some other stuff. The music is a real FSM-send because it gives me something to focus on while I'm putting myself through cardio hell. But I noticed after a while that during some of the songs, I would be in sheer agony. Then another song would come on and the agony would go away. I didn't know the reason for this fluxuation.

Then I noticed that it was only certain songs that made me suffer. I liked the songs, that was for sure. If I didn't like them I wouldn't have put them on my workout playlist. But now I know what it is: I can't listen to music I like during my workout. I have to listen to music that puts me in the right mood. It doesn't matter if I enjoy the song or if I think the song is silly. If it puts me in the right mood, it will work.

So I deleted my workout playlist today and added ONLY songs that did the mood-changing thing for me. The results were clear. I got on the treadmill and really enjoyed the entire cardio part of my workout. Most of the songs were silly, but they did it for me.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Bicep Curl Killed Me

Today I tried curling 25 pounds and I swear, I think my arms almost fell off. I couldn't do 15 reps either; I had to stop at ten. I also had to take last week off because for the first time since I went vegan, I got sick. I'm pretty sure it's because I went and partied my flabby ass off over the weekend and smoked about eighty-four unfiltered cigarettes. I only smoke when I drink, and I roll my own because I can't stand the taste of those chemicals and crap they add to packaged smokes. Plus it's cheaper and less damaging to the planet. But with no filter I take easy drags rather than sucking the shit down like it's oxygen.

The running is getting easier. I've found that it's mostly a positive attitude that makes it that way. On days when I'm feeling really good and totally digging the music, it's much easier to run. On days when I'm not mentally with it, the run is murder. Oh, and now I'm running fast enough to hop over to the U.S. Army PT standards and find my run score. And my run score for this week is (wait for it!) SIX!!! Yes, six. Out of one hundred.

*shoots self in face*

Okay, there's work to be done still, obviously. Baby steps, folks. Baby steps.