Archive | June, 2009

Day Sixteen

25 Jun

My muscles is tore up. I feel like someone threw me out of a moving vehicle.

Arrived at school at 9 AM for weight training class. Did about 15 minutes of intense cardio and then completed an entire circuit of weight training in about 45 minutes. Then I did about 5 minutes of cardio on the stairclimber, and cooled down with 8 Minute Abs and 8 Minute Stretching.

After that I had two students back-to-back. I hastily ate an apple between sessions, and by the time I got to kickboxing class I was dragging. I should have packed and ate some more food, because I was so fatigued during the kickboxing.

After the class I hung around campus for a bit because one of my students had left a note at the front desk requesting we work out for an extra session. I had called her twice to confirm that yes, I could meet her, but my calls went straight to voicemail and she never called back. I checked the fitness center and the tutoring center, but she was nowhere to be found. Oh well.

I cut off all my hair last night. Okay, not all, but a LOT. It was really starting to irritate me because the ends would get soaked in sweat and turn crispy and brittle. The longer hair is so hard to manage, and I was always afraid it would escape from under my hijab and show during my workouts. Now it’s chin-length.

My mom and grandma were really surpised when they saw my hair. They were both watching Oprah when I came home. My mom likes it.  She thought I got it professionally done, much to my disbelief. Grandma hates it, of course. She says my hair looks like Oprah’s.

It’s a really odd feeling, not having the weight of my hair anymore. The great thing is now it takes me like 2 minutes to wash it!

Insha Allah I’m going to go for my walk in about an hour, then do my abs and pushups, take a shower, tidy up, work on some coursework…hmm. I just heard some thunder rumbling ominously. Might not be able to take that walk…

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Day Fifteen

24 Jun

I’ve reached the half month mark! Woohoo.

I ran a mile today! I did half a mile at school, and half a mile in my neighborhood. I walked/ran about 6 miles total today. Go me!

I was afraid the gap left by my now-finished tennis class would hurt me, but I’ve been filling up the open time now with walking and jogging because my body is getting used to working out a certain number of hours every day! How’s that for muscle memory?

Today I worked out for 30 minutes on the treadmill at about a 3.9 mph pace, with a 3 (ft? degree?) incline. I increased the pace to 5.2 and jogged for about 2 minutes, just for a change. Then I went upstairs and walked/jogged another 30 minutes around the track. I walked a few laps, ran about 2 laps, walked some more, and then I ran 5 laps around the track consecutively. Then I walked some more. I lost track of how many loops but I know it was more than 16, which is equivalent to one mile. That, total, was about 1 hour.

Then I came back downstairs just in time to do 8 Minute Abs with one of the classes.

There was open gym today for basketball, so I signed up and shot free throws and practiced making baskets for about 35 minutes. That was really fun. I was surprised at how quickly the time went by. My right arm was getting really tired so I practiced with my left. It felt so weird, like my arm was made out of jelly.

When I got home I bummed around for a bit with the family, had some lunch, then finally cleaned my poor, neglected room.

When I finished it was about 7 PM, so I threw on my workout clothes and went out for a walk. I took a loop through the neighborhood, and ran the last half mile back to the house. When I came inside and took off my hijab, the ends of my hair and scalp were as wet from sweat as if I had just taken a shower. I did another set of 8 Minute Abs to cool down.

When I was in middle school, I had this routine. I would do 25 girly push-ups, and then do front and side kicks in front of the mirror. Out of curiosity, I tried to do just that a little while ago. It was so freakin’ hard! My arms were shaking from the exertion, and my legs were definitely feeling the burn. I remember I could do 25 like it was nothing.

This is what I’m going to try to apply to my routine:

No matter what I do during the day, before my head hits the pillow at night, my body should have experienced:

1 hour of cardio (walking/running/jogging)

1 set of 8 Minute Abs (minimum)

25 push-ups

My Running Muslimah t-shirt came in the mail yesterday! I wore it today with a matching hijab. See below:

As I was walking back to my car, one of the staff members coming in from the parking lot said, “I love your outfit!” I was filled with warm fuzzies.

One week until ISNA! I can’t wait. Take care, y’all!

Day Fourteen

23 Jun

Just finished watching New Muslim Cool with the family. Awesome.

Today was the first day of weight training class. We got warmed up with 30 minutes of cardio (3 minutes on the versaclimber, 5 minutes on the stairstepper, 5 minutes on the rowing machine, 5 minutes on the bike, 5 minutes on the cross-trainer, and 5 minutes on the treadmill) and let me tell you I haven’t sweat that much doing cardio outside of my kickboxing class. Mixing it up keeps it interesting and gets your body moving in all kinds of ways.

I’m going to have to work something out with my professor because the class cuts into one of my tutoring sessions, and because my student can’t afford the wheelchair access on Monday/Wednesday to drop her off then, I’ll see if I can come to class early and do my cardio at 8 AM – 9 AM followed by weight training. It’ll be better because when everyone is just starting their cardio, I’ll have the weight machines to myself instead of having to wait for a machine to free up and mess with my flow.

Kickboxing was slightly less brutal today. My kickboxing professor was hospitalized last week for dehydration and exhaustion, so we didn’t have class on Thursday. We kept reminding her to drink water, because she says she always forgets to drink enough water, and she’s teaching 8 sessions of classes every week so she is burning a TON of energy.

After we finished our floor session, she called us all to stand near the stereo and listen closely. “Listen up, guys,” she said. We leaned in. “I want you all…to run 5 laps upstairs!” She took off running. I took off after her, along with 4 other people who were getting with the program. “The sooner you run, the sooner you can cool down!” she called over her shoulder. We ran up the stairs to the track that circles on the second floor above the gym.

That 5th lap was really difficult. I never realized what a spiritual experience running is until I started running. Trying to get those last few paces in, every breath you’re begging Allah, “Please, just one more step, one more step…” When it would become excruciating I’d start saying almost involuntarily, “Allah…hu akbar. Allah…hu akbar…” ‘Allah’ on the inhale, and ‘hu akbar’ on the expulsion of breath.

There really is nothing quite like it.

When I got home, I did some 8 Minute Abs and later hung out with the family. We stumbled upon the premiere of New Muslim Cool channel surfing (I had totally forgotten it was today) and watched that, all the while providing sage commentary 😛 I’m going to have to re-watch it again to fully appreciate it, because I did miss about 10 minutes of it.

The last scene, when Hamza’s son asked if the comic book character lost his ‘noor’, his light, my heart melted. I can only pray that Allah gives me the guidance to raise kids like that. Ameen.

Day Thirteen

22 Jun

Today was the last day of tennis class 😦

Two grueling hours of tennis, followed by one hour of tutoring, followed by another hour of working out with my other student. When I got home I did some abs, took a shower, then meet a friend for a late lunch. After that I filled up some gas, went to Target, found a nice pair of workout pants for $8, and got a gallon of milk for my grandpa.

I was checking myself out in the mirror (everyone does, shut up) and instead of utter dispair I was thinking, you know, there is potential here. This is not an utter wasteland. I see the light! There is hope! All that good stuff.

Last night instead of entering a zen-like state in which to write my paper, I sat down with a rather turbulent mindset and haphazardly tapped out the worst, most sub-rate paper I have ever written. What a travesty.

Today I ate Cheerios, a banana, some watery soup from the food court (so not worth the $3 I paid for it, but then again, nothing they sell there is worth what you have to pay, they simply can charge whatever they want because they have a monopoly on the local food source) , a kiwi, a mango, and popcorn. Fare of champions. Oh, and green tea. And a Yoohoo.

Today at Target I wanted to buy: cute whale and frog shaped bathmats for $2.50 each, a recycle bag that says, “Down to Earth” for $1.00, a popcorn popper, an ice cream maker, a George Foreman grill, a sandwich maker, a duffle bag, a green quilt, a green desklamp, a jean jacket, a zip hoodie, a pair of jeans, a plant, a vase, anything lime green, a cute little notebook, a brushed metal Thermos, a chic lunch tote, a zebra-striped block of sticky notes, a lime green cube ottoman/storage unit, and a laptop tote.

But I need like, money for those things. *le sigh*

Must rid self of petty, materialistic desires. Less is more. Less is more!

Welcome to Week Three, folks!

Day Twelve

21 Jun

Did not work out today, unless one counts the effort it takes to propel a vehicle to and fro between Barnes and Noble, home and Publix. I feel really bad but with this heat wave every time I walk out the door I feel like I’m sticking my head in an oven. (I make zhe excuses. I should be tougher, duffer!)

I made a perfect batch of kettle corn today. I will never feel guilty for eating popcorn again (natural, air-popped, that is) because the amount of kernels you can hold in the palm of your hand will literally fill a large bowl. I added a little salt before I put it on the stove, and then sprinkled it with some brown sugar. Yummayz.

Jacque (the cat, aka Henry, aka Unmentionable-in-public a la Grandma) tried to bestow upon my mother the generous gift of a lizard. Alive.

For breakfast I consumed, in this order: a peach, a kiwi, and a mango.

At Panera I had some green tea with honey. I brought my own mug and my own tea bag, asked for some hot water and didn’t spend a dime. That’s how we roll, desi-estyle.

For lunch I made Anda ka saag (Boiled eggs curried with yellow onions, green onions, tomatoes, celery seeds, cumin, salt, and some other spices). It was sooo good.

At least I ate healthy today.

I have to write a four page paper, due tonight at 11:30. I plan on starting at exactly 9 PM, and finishing at 11 PM. In between now and 9 PM I will eat one small bowl of chocolate yogurt, tidy up my room, take a shower, perfect my desk arrangements, and enter a zen-like state in which to begin and complete my paper. Yes, very good. Let’s make it so.

Day Eleven

20 Jun

I’m so exhausted. I think I burned more calories driving for 2 hours with the windows down and the A/C off in 100 degree F heat than I would walking for the same time. My limbs feel like jelly and all I want to do is curl up into a tuckered out ball and sleep. *le sigh*

I made kettle corn with the kernels we got from the produce store today. Half of it was burnt but that’s how you learn. Next try, less kernels, more oil, lower heat, shake more often, add salt before the popcorn starts popping, and not as much brown sugar. And add some butter. nom nom nom.

Hunger…food. Food is good. Mmm…food.

Day Ten

19 Jun

Walked over an hour. Just traced my route, a little over 5 miles.

Did 8 Minute Abs.

Did my arm exercises, including 25 push-ups (5 real, 20 wanna-be, at least for now)

I will be fit, God willing. I will have the discipline every morning to roll out of bed, go about my morning routine, and get in that one hour of activity everyday. No matter what. I will do something everyday to get myself moving. I will be spiritually, emotionally, physically, mentally and inwardly sound. God willing.

I will be strong. I will not subject myself to the whims and moods of others like a leaf in the wind. I’ll just drink a glass of water really angrily. Or go out and run somewhere like those people I read about in stories. Positive outlets, this is the key.

While people talk, I’ll walk.