I like to wear a heart rate monitor while spinning or jogging so I have confirmation for how things are going and can adjust my workout. Some might call this OCD; I prefer to think of it as positive motivation. Wearing a heart rate monitor helps me figure out if I’m working too hard (almost never the problem) or if I can safely push a little more to get a great workout in as short a time as possible.
Plus it helps keep my mind off the actual exercise.
The trouble is, I have never been able to figure out what my actual target should be.
Recently, I bonked after competing in a grueling (and yet fun! even though we lost!) USTA tennis match. I came home, flopped onto the sofa and realized I was both light headed and so tired I wasn’t sure I could get up.
But I had to get some food in me. Fast.
After carefully getting to my feet and slowly making my way to the kitchen island, I gobbled several handfuls of M&Ms. OK, 10 handfuls. Then I took the M&Ms bag (it’s big and it lives on my kitchen island. Don’t judge me please) and a glass of water to the sofa.