I’m an ex-athlete (is that nomenclature used? it should be), meaning, at one point in time (high school) I was in extremely good shape. I played tennis, lifted weights, and ran approximately 15-20 hours a week. I could eat anything, in my on-season, and face no consequences. Every semester, Studio 34, Late Meal, and the meals at Cannon that are so good (that each bite may be an individual sin) have caught up. On my twenty-first birthday, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let fitness fall to the wayside as I juggle medical school applications, senior thesis work, and sleep (I’m storing up for next semester, naturally).
I spent last summer in a lab in Aurora (CO) and found myself without gym membership. I am extremely thankful for Dillon Gym this summer (aside: the hours are extremely awkward) and free access to cardio machines as well as free weights. Over the course of June, I had the following workout schedule (on average)
Monday: Elliptical (45 minutes) // Weights (Arms + Back)
Tuesday: Elliptical (45 minutes — heightened resistance) // Weights (Legs)
Wednesday: Elliptical (45 minutes — maximum cross ramp) // Abs
Thursday: Row (2000 meters) // No Weights
Friday: Rest Day
Saturday: Tennis
Sunday: Rest Day
In June, I learned that recovery days are just important as my active days; in June, I cooked for myself in a way that was both healthy and delicious (thanks for all the advice, mum); in June, I dropped five pounds.
Let’s see what happens this July.