You know that cautionary voice? One which whispers from within, often from a cognitive part of your brain telling you not do certain things; like a word of Providence, a foresight.. that voice which was singularly amiss today as I decided to crank up my workout and add pilates to HIIT.
The reasoning was simple. That I needed some extra burnout rounds and do lower body workout slightly different from the usual resistance training and so I hopped on to the Pilates parade, because it's the one form of exercise that slowly burns and tires me in that sneaky way that pilates usually tend to, and I love the results it has to offer, so why not?
I included it to my workout in an AB AB format, where the former being pilates followed by the latter HIIT two times over, and dear gods, each time I'd haul myself off the mat to jump or kill myself in similar ways I'd feel the torture.
It came to a point where I'd developed a very special relationship with the mat and I'd to literally speak my self out of sticking to the floor. Like an inner monologue of reproachful cusses.
I've never known 30 seconds to be so long as when you're doing pulses, it feels like this might be it. This will be the day my hip socket will launch a rebellion..and here's the funny thing about exercising. That once you're done with it and finished a long stretch and cool down, you feel like maybe the workout wasn't as strenuous, of course, the soreness that comes after a while and mostly next day is enough to make you feel silly for such overreaching thoughts.
That cautionary voice does tend to take some time off, usually when I'm making bad decisions.
Will I resort to this workout again?
I think I will. It felt much better than the usual HIIT routines and I like to think I added a bit of variation, but perhaps I won't be jumping into it this week, in fact I might not jump at all this week.
The reasoning was simple. That I needed some extra burnout rounds and do lower body workout slightly different from the usual resistance training and so I hopped on to the Pilates parade, because it's the one form of exercise that slowly burns and tires me in that sneaky way that pilates usually tend to, and I love the results it has to offer, so why not?
I included it to my workout in an AB AB format, where the former being pilates followed by the latter HIIT two times over, and dear gods, each time I'd haul myself off the mat to jump or kill myself in similar ways I'd feel the torture.
It came to a point where I'd developed a very special relationship with the mat and I'd to literally speak my self out of sticking to the floor. Like an inner monologue of reproachful cusses.
I've never known 30 seconds to be so long as when you're doing pulses, it feels like this might be it. This will be the day my hip socket will launch a rebellion..and here's the funny thing about exercising. That once you're done with it and finished a long stretch and cool down, you feel like maybe the workout wasn't as strenuous, of course, the soreness that comes after a while and mostly next day is enough to make you feel silly for such overreaching thoughts.
That cautionary voice does tend to take some time off, usually when I'm making bad decisions.
Will I resort to this workout again?
I think I will. It felt much better than the usual HIIT routines and I like to think I added a bit of variation, but perhaps I won't be jumping into it this week, in fact I might not jump at all this week.
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