Motivation for fatcats and possibly fatcat chumlies.
Sunday 20k- sunny, met a boxer called Carlin who carries a ball with him at all times, not for his owner to throw but just to have. Daft, lovely dogs.
Squats! Ass to the floor squats,
Monday- nope, not really practiced more free squats,
Tuesday- Gym, ran 4 sets of 400m, under 2 mins each one. 400 metres slower pace interspersed between.
Weights, 30 pull ups grav at 20k, don't know why but my arms felt slightly tired,
Cable cross, 6.5k 10 x x3.
Thrusters, 25k 10x 3
reclined over heads lift using 10k wheel. did 30 of those. Only way I can do those without hurting my lower back is by tensing every muscle I have, so it's very very good for a core work out I find.
Finished with a decent 15 minute stretching session.
Wednesday- 12k, terrible, slow, laborious, just wasn't feeling it. My shoulders felt tight and my left leg ached. Bah.
Tomorrow is long run day. May the Lord I don't actually believe in have mercy on my wanton hoochy filled soul.
I ought to be not gadding about and running more, this week shows just how easy it is to slither off the path of good intentions. Next week I'll have to cop myself on a bit. And by cop myself on I mean stop fucking drinking like I'm on a god damned cruise ship.
Labels: oh yes very serious indeed.