June 10th, 2013

running, shoes

New personal trainer

Had my first workout with a new personal trainer today. (My previous trainer moved on to a new job.) It's interesting how much trainers differ in their approach even when they have very similar credentials and backgrounds.

New guy is very into TRX training, and also likes to do a lot of farmer's walk type exercises. (We did three different variations on the "hold a weight and walk around" - one standing on my toes to work the calves, one with a kettlebell held in one hand to work the obliques, and one with dumbells held overhead to simultaneously work the abs and make my arms cry.) He seems to be into high-rep training for the legs, which I'm a little meh about, but he seems very open to changing up to suit my preferences. I had to ask him to give me a heavier weight on a few exercises, but that was true of my first session with my previous trainer - he pretty quickly figured out what I could actually do.

Apparently I have strong calf muscles:
Trainer hands me two 10-lb dumbbells and tells me to walk across the gym and back on my toes until I "feel the burn".
I make 1 lap.
Trainer: How you feeling?
Me: Fine!
I make a second lap.
Trainer: Wow, great effort!
I make a third lap.
Trainer: Feeling anything yet?
Me: Sure, there's a bit of a burn.
I make a 4th lap.
Trainer: Oh, I am so giving you a heavier weight next time.

I think I can work with this guy.
katarina, doom

Music Monday: Blood Ceremony

Much as I love doom metal, it bugs me that it often seems like such a boys' club. I mean, where do all the girls who love Black Sabbath riffs and gloomy lyrics end up? (Translation: Where are all the women like me?) I once googled "female-fronted doom metal" and wound up on a page that suggested...Nightwish. Bzzzt. No. I mean, I love Nightwish for what they are, but what they aren't is doom metal. In any way, shape, or form.

So, I was tremendously pleased to stumble across Blood Ceremony. The weird thing about Blood Ceremony is how staunchly retro they are. There's precious little in their music to indicate that it was recorded any later than the mid-1970s, but it sounds sincere rather than self-conscious. As if their albums happened to fall through a time warp onto the desk of an A&R guy at Metal Blade records in the 2010s. They sound almost exactly like you would imagine a jam session between Jethro Tull and Black Sabbath sounding if Ian Anderson were a woman. Complete with flute. Flute! How I love rock-and-roll flute.

Here is "Goodbye Gemini" from their most recent album The Eldritch Dark: