Goats, Ninjas and Switching Things Up. Way Up

Lately I've been doing the same basic workouts: cardio followed by weights. Some days I do more cardio, other days I do less. One day, I concentrate on my arms, another, my legs. And so on, and so on. It's what I think I need to do to see the most results in the least amount of time and I think it is working.

But there are only so many times one can go on an elliptical, only so many times I can stare at the wall or out the window while the timer counts down. Only so many times I can stare at my weightlifting guide and figure out which ways I want to torture myself.

This past weekend we went rock climbing at an indoor climbing gym. It was something I always wanted to try and when friends suggested that we go, I was all over that in an instant. The nice part of it was that said friend didn't give me time to think about how I'd been at the gym the day before, and how my legs were sore from a rather strenuous workout.

Yup. Had enough. Coming Down

This is me, heading for the top!

So, my hubby and I put on our comfiest, stretchiest, least likely to get hung up on things clothes and headed out the door. My legs were unhappy. I normally get most sore two days after I work out but they were already aching and this was one day after. "Active recovery" I thought, and got my game face on.

One thing I've learned.... I'm very good at falling off the wall. Another thing? It's not how strong your arms are. It's about how strong your legs are. Because, you see, you don't pull yourself up the wall with your arms as much as you get your legs under you and then PUSH up with them. And I pushed up with my very sore legs. In between falling off the wall, that is.

Both hubby and I went up and down the walls a few times. We tried our hand (leg?) at a few different routes that varied from straight up and down with big things to hold onto, to slanty back out over our head routes with teeny itty things to hold onto. I learned my husband is some sort of rock wall ninja and that apparently one can cling to the wall with fingers while one dances one's feet back and forth to make sure they're in a good position. 

I think my husband might be part mountain goat. Or a ninja. 

I also know I am not.

Down safe and sound