First of all, happy stinking birthday to my little brother, Pete.
(This is the only photo I can find. I might need to hang out with my family more often. Bwahahaha!) My wish to you is that Squishy treats your computer better than he treats ours.
We are having some weird-o technological issues over here, so I’ll see if I can scrap this post together.
I don’t understand how we can have a fridge full of food and nothing to eat. Wait, I do understand. It’s because we went to Costco for cheese, sausages, yogurt and nothing else. Well, except for the ginormous 4-lb bag of kale. That’s now turning yellow in the crisper drawer. So I put together green smoothies for lunch yesterday in attempt to get the kale used up.
Along with a grilled cheese and some sausage that Squish and I split. It went down okay.
I knew my lunch wouldn’t hold me over until I got to the gym, so I picked up a pumpkin spice latte before I left work for a quick snack. Then I got to ALL THE WORKOUTS:
10 minute core progression, everything 30 seconds or 30 reps as needed, for 3 sets:
- bird-dogs (I still do them on my knees)
- Bench 3×10 @ 30 lbs
- Incline bench 3×10 @ 25 lbs
- Shoulder press 2×10 @ 20 lbs, 1×10 @ 15 lbs
- Bent over rows 3×10 @ 35 lbs
- Shoulder flys, 3×10 @ 10 lbs
- Bench flys, 3×10 @ 10 lbs
- Dips, 3×10 bodyweight
- Lat pulls, 3×10 @ 35 lbs
- Curls, 3×10 @ 35 lbs
- Pull-ups, 5 pitiful ones, jumping to get up there
Cool-down: 20 minute yoga podcast, Qi Yoga for Runners (yogadownload.com)
I may have worn mismatched socks to the gym.
For dinner, I found one sad little burger patty left in the freezer, so I made as epic of a burger as I could with cheese, ketchup, mayo, and some massive pickles.
Then I made a treat of a slice of toast with almond butter, raisins, coconut, and a few chocolate chips.
This morning, with my legs feeling fabulous from my massage the other day, I couldn’t wait to get out to my 5 mile tempo run. I think I finally figured out a good 5-miler route when I cut my loop back from the Embarcadero by swinging through Union Square.
And my legs felt INCREDIBLE. Seriously, why don’t I get massages more often? I foam roll several times a week, but there’s nothing like somebody grinding your hammies without mercy to work out the knots and make you feel like you can finally touch your toes again.
I hear a certain Squishy-man stirring, and it’s time to get me my breakfast on. Duke is encouraging me to do these things as well.
“ARE YOU MAKING BACON?!?”
“Your sure? No bacon?”
Do you ever go for sports massages?