No excuses

So tomorrow puts me at 6 weeks postpartum, which all moms know really just means no more excuses in bed or at the gym! ;) At this point, your body is recovered enough to start returning to your regular activities. I got back to the gym a little earlier though with the intentions of just training a client, but I ended up feeling a little guilty leaving the gym without a single drop of sweat on me, so naturally I started exercising a bit again - VERY SLOWLY.

I'm very proud to say that I happen to have a good friend with an Olympic Gold Medal in weightlifting. I'd mention her name, but she is extremely modest.  

Tara Cunningham (Nott)-check out YouTube video SYDNEY 2000

Oooops! :)   Anyway, Tara offered to give me a technique tutorial on power lifting 5 weeks after I had a baby and still about 20 lbs over my pre-prego weight. I was pretty excited and felt fairly confident. I mean I do teach fitness classes and have been exercising (under the orders of my mother) for as long as I can remember. Yet it turns out doing reps with 10 lb dumbbells is NOT the same as squatting to the floor with a 50 lb bar on your chest (haven't even gotten to the actual lifting stage yet! lol) So after showing me a few basic techniques, she had me flip the bar while squatting as low as I could to the floor.

Well I made it down there... but then stayed down there! With the bar on my chest in an owl-like perch, I got stuck and then slowly fell backwards onto my butt with my legs up in the air and the bar on top of me. It probably looked like a mix between humpty-dumpty and a dead bird falling out of a tree. My core seems to be nonexistent at the moment and I am by no means good at this. But hopefully the doctor will give me the go-ahead this week and I'll be all in, back at the gym with no excuse but to try, try again.