Ahhhhh, thank goodness it’s almost Friday.
Thanks to B’s urging, I tried something new this morning: Orangetheory Fitness.
A very gracious welcome, AND I got top billing! They must have known that I’m kind of a big deal (feel free to roll your eyes here).
The basic format is that you alternate between treadmills, rowing machines, and weights. So you have three groups rotating around and the instructor gives cues to each as far as when to sprint or push the pace (treadmills and rowers) and which exercises to perform and for how many reps (weights).
(Yes, the entire studio is bathed in that orange light)
It was an amazing workout. Each participant wears a heart rate monitor; the goal is to keep in the “Orange” zone, which is 84% or higher than our maximum heart rate. The whole workout philosophy (which you can read about here) is that training at certain intensities for certain periods of time increases your metabolic rate for 2 to 3 days afterward. I won’t get into the science mumbo-jumbo, click into the link if you want the nitty-gritty details).
I left drenched with sweat and will definitely be back.
Rewind to last night, when I thought I might not live to see the Orangetheory studio this morning:
I was innocently brushing my teeth in the bathroom, which is connected to my bedroom via my closet. So, there is a door from bathroom to closet and another at the end of the closet leading to my bedroom. Both were open.
Mid-brush, I suddenly hear a moderately-loud crashing noise and see in the bathroom mirror that the door to the bedroom is swaying back and forth. My heart skipped about 23 beats and I wished I was closer to the Maglite under my bed. Then my brain thankfully stepped in and reminded me that I had hung both of my hiking packs on adhesive hooks in the closet wall.
Guess I need to rethink my organization strategy. Those Target hooks were no match for the big, bad Gregory pack (no offense to Target, which I love like a big-box store that has everything I need and a ton of stuff I didn’t even realize I need).
Since Orangetheory kicked my booty this morning, I was beyond excited about breakfast when I got to work. (Side note: our team members take turns bringing in breakfast once a week, and the offerings have run the gamut from quiche with homemade guacamole to the tried-and-true bagels and cream cheese)
Santiago’s breakfast burritos! Hands-down, my favorite breakfast burrito in Denver. Don’t ask me why the plastic knife is hovering menacingly in the foreground, it has a mind of its own. Anyway, Santiago’s portion size is not overwhelming, so you can eat the whole enchilada…um, burrito…without sort of hating yourself afterward.
It’s almost football time, and those Fantasy Football teams don’t monitor themselves. Until tomorrow!