Motivation for fatcats and possibly for fatcat chumlies.
Monday, recovery from Great run
Tuesday-work, no really.
Wednesday- Guilt over my laziness kicked in.
40 Pull ups- grav 20kilo counter balance, (nearly nearly)
15k 10x3 rows, ye-ouch.
squat press, using 8 kilo dumbells, 10 reps in sets of 3, really tiring I find, but a good over all workout. It's from cross fit and it knocks the socks off a body.
Thursday- CG is away so I am walking his dog for him, we wandered a couple of miles down the Dodder where once again he tried to kill himself by drowning.
Friday- reluctant to risk another drowning I decided to test a theory I have about CG's dog. I mapped out a 15 k route and collected him.
To facilitate this I needed to let him run off a bit of steam first. So I took him to Sundrive to let him gallop about before I stuck him on the lead for the run. While doing a lap of Sundrive Park I got wanked at, by a chap who ran the length of the pitches just so he could get himself good and ready before I reached him. Yack.
Unperturbed by naked willies and grinning wankers, I clipped the dog and off we set. !5 Kilometres later and still he showed no real signs of flagging, although his tongue hung out to the side and he was thirsty. This is a dog who really likes to run. He has an easy gait which is perfect for covering long distance and a barrel-shaped chest for massive lung capacity. I was bloody knackered. He was happy. I'll take him to the Phoenix Park in a few weeks and try a twenty K on him, but I imagine that won't phase him in the slightest either.
My plan today is to hit the gym for a weights session. The Spaniard has suggested I meet her for a cocktail. That too sounds like a good plan. I'll definitely do one of them.