I'm a Personal Trainer
Or not! (err... leap into para 3)
One of the things I love about my current job is, mid Friday every week is superfast. It was as though the week sort of disappeared into thin air, and we were busy to wrap things up. With a brilliant morning swim at MSQ, Fridays are always off to a jolly start, with burning triceps and quads and calves and sore right shoulder.
Last Friday was no different - we were sprinting. It was a drill of overtaking swimmers (not that I would need to) which includes lots of hard kicks. Eric knows how to make a torture ever so enjoyable! I was breathless and sore all over, especially from the relay sprint with adiNation earlier, but joy nonetheless.
And I am grateful whenever we have weekends just between the four of us. Doing the simple stuff. We visited Iris' pediatrician and the scale shows that she is 9kg above her maximum weight. I felt like I have failed her. Here I am, losing heaps of fat, and my own daughter is in negligence. I know it's in my genes, and I know that we will have to work very hard to kick it off. Poor my little princess.
So I encouraged her to follow me to run the Men's Health Run that night. She jumps in the air with a resounding yes! She was talking all about it when we went shopping for baju raya that afternoon. And when we were stuck, not moving more inches I had wished in a massive traffic in MRR2 leading to Putrajaya, she was evidently devastated!
And Sunday we spent indoors, writing, scribbling and whatever she fancies after her long swim in the morning, and we went running eventually today. Kepong Metro is her favourite place as she could cycle, run, squabble at the playground, and fly her mermaid kite.
I love simple family chores - no travelings, no visits etc. It makes our weekend felt longer as opposed to breathing stale cold air from the car vent.
And today was the end of Week 2 of Project TNF.
So far I managed to stick to the program. Last week's total required mileage was 58km, and the base 7k run starting to feel quite acceptable.
Wifey informed me that during Ramadhan, her work remains the same which leaves me alone until 8 p.m. Which translates free time alone to run if I so wish. Damn! My one excuse taken off the list!
Another 9 grueling weeks.
And I am trying to draw a program for Iris too.
Note : the images above are not coherent to the entry, but was plastered for the benefit of McIjam primarily.