motivation for Fatcats and possibly for chumlies of Fatcats!
But enough complaining, as I sit here bobbling my head to 'Would I Lie to you' by the Eurythmics and gaze o'er the top of my 'putor at a glorious blue sky and sun drenched garden I am at peace with the world, and also not moving so no pain. Huzzah for good weather. The paramour has toddled off to play golf with his bro and I am going to open every window in the place and let the warm air circulate through the home as I play one bipitty-bobitty tune after another at quite a decibel. I hope you are having and equally stellar Satdee.
Good luck to miss Grims today in her 10k race, I hope she flies around.
Anyhoo. Monday, Push press ( finally upped the weight) 25k x 10 x3
Bicep curls, 10k x 10 x3
Back hyperextensions- 12 x 3, nice and slow and steady.
Pullups, 20k counter weight on grav, 40 in all broken into 10s as I alternated with the Back Hyperextensions.
Tuesday, gym, running in splits. I ran ten K but split into five minutes at a time running easy for three minutes, and hard for two and repeat. I'm working on stamina here, Stamina, some people haz it, I wants it. This will help ( I keep telling myself)
Wednesday, core yoga work out, nice, can I do a handstand? No I can't, damn it. Went out and did a long slow jog of about 12 kilometres. Easy peasy.
Thursday, kickboxing, 40 weighted squats, Sit ups using 5 kilo medicine ball. finished up with a quick run of 2k.
Friday.- yes. it was. I was also in considerable pain, so taking Conan's advice I went to the pool to 'swim'. This resulted in me floundering up and down it about twenty times at the speed of no kittens, taking on more water than a stricken tanker.
It occurred to me as I hauled my shaking ass out of the pool I really ought to maybe take a class or two and see if I can learn how to swim properly. Not pleasant.
Satdee. My plans are to play music and bob about the place. Maybe potter around the garden if I can convince my legs not to snap. And eat carbs, yes, carbs. Yeah! By monday I ought to be a locked and loaded. I wish I was faster. Seriously, if Finn and Aisling are the Ferraris and Porsche of running I am a Volvo, and not the new sleek ones neither, the old boxy ones that always have a labrador or two panting in the back.
Labels: Eeeee it's like summer.