Saturday again, where does the time go?
Morning. It's a cloudy mild day here in good old Ireland and I've got extremely curly hair because I fell asleep with a damp top knot in it. It looks like a distressed poodle camped out on on my head.
A middling week with regards to exercise. I am concentrating on weights and anything that might improve my kickboxing, but all is not going my way and that annoys me.
So.
Tuesday.
Gym
I went at it hard, push press at 30k, eight reps twice. I was doing dandy right up until I tried to push press at 32.5 kilos. Bah. I managed two reps unassisted then three with some help and one more without. The last one I attempted my arms failed entirely. Let that be a lesson to me. Damn it.
Everything else was alright, 15k rows x10 x3,
22k barbell curls 10 x 3
A very nifty 52.5 K dead lift x6 x3 and some air squats thrown in for good measure to strengthen my legs. 30 in total
Finished off with a 5 k run and a decent enough stretching session. Bummed about the push press but I'll nail it next time. If I need to spend another two weeks jammin up the 30k so be it.
(fingers crossed)
Wednesday- running, evening 10k.
Thursday, nada.
Friday. I walked to the gym, I ran 5k before kickboxing as a warm up. I had one hour of kickboxing SOLO as I was the only one there. And then Non Memnoch and I worked on clean and jerks.
It's a peculiar thing. I am not a competitive woman. Put me in a race with 10,000 people and I don't really give a rat's ass who passes me by. Tell me someone from my field of work is doing better than me and I'm delighted for them.
But put me in a weights room and I'm a bloody blithering idiot.
I could not for the life of me get the clean and jerk right last night. It just wasn't happening, if I got the swing correct I wasn't dropping into a fucking squat. It was INFURIATING!! Each time I brought the bloody 14 kilo bar ( I mean for gawd's sake) up in a swing my elbows came in and the last one third was a push and not part of the swing. I could have cried.
After attempting it countless times Not-Memnoch said 'I think your muscles are tired.'
'They're fine' I whined. 'Lemmie try again.'
So I did, I tried and I tried and I still didn't get it right.
But of course my muscles were tired. I had DOMS from the heavy session until Wednesday and I had just spent almost two hours knocking the shit out of my body, Of COURSE I was tired. Tired and stubborn.
'Lemmie just have ONE more shot at it.
So I did and this time my arms just failed me.
FUCK. I walked home seething.
I can't cope with my body not doing what I demand of it., I just can't I want everything to work immediately and at once and right away. I want my form to be perfect and my weights to be hard but manageable and I want it RIGHT NOW.
BAH.
Anyway, the paramour is making bacon and eggs, so at least today is getting better, and when I wash the poodle down the drain nearly all will be right with the world again.
Dietary observation, weight remains the same, despite my assault on Ben and Jerry's icecream and some wine imbibing. No wheat. Getting easier.
A middling week with regards to exercise. I am concentrating on weights and anything that might improve my kickboxing, but all is not going my way and that annoys me.
So.
Tuesday.
Gym
I went at it hard, push press at 30k, eight reps twice. I was doing dandy right up until I tried to push press at 32.5 kilos. Bah. I managed two reps unassisted then three with some help and one more without. The last one I attempted my arms failed entirely. Let that be a lesson to me. Damn it.
Everything else was alright, 15k rows x10 x3,
22k barbell curls 10 x 3
A very nifty 52.5 K dead lift x6 x3 and some air squats thrown in for good measure to strengthen my legs. 30 in total
Finished off with a 5 k run and a decent enough stretching session. Bummed about the push press but I'll nail it next time. If I need to spend another two weeks jammin up the 30k so be it.
(fingers crossed)
Wednesday- running, evening 10k.
Thursday, nada.
Friday. I walked to the gym, I ran 5k before kickboxing as a warm up. I had one hour of kickboxing SOLO as I was the only one there. And then Non Memnoch and I worked on clean and jerks.
It's a peculiar thing. I am not a competitive woman. Put me in a race with 10,000 people and I don't really give a rat's ass who passes me by. Tell me someone from my field of work is doing better than me and I'm delighted for them.
But put me in a weights room and I'm a bloody blithering idiot.
I could not for the life of me get the clean and jerk right last night. It just wasn't happening, if I got the swing correct I wasn't dropping into a fucking squat. It was INFURIATING!! Each time I brought the bloody 14 kilo bar ( I mean for gawd's sake) up in a swing my elbows came in and the last one third was a push and not part of the swing. I could have cried.
After attempting it countless times Not-Memnoch said 'I think your muscles are tired.'
'They're fine' I whined. 'Lemmie try again.'
So I did, I tried and I tried and I still didn't get it right.
But of course my muscles were tired. I had DOMS from the heavy session until Wednesday and I had just spent almost two hours knocking the shit out of my body, Of COURSE I was tired. Tired and stubborn.
'Lemmie just have ONE more shot at it.
So I did and this time my arms just failed me.
FUCK. I walked home seething.
I can't cope with my body not doing what I demand of it., I just can't I want everything to work immediately and at once and right away. I want my form to be perfect and my weights to be hard but manageable and I want it RIGHT NOW.
BAH.
Anyway, the paramour is making bacon and eggs, so at least today is getting better, and when I wash the poodle down the drain nearly all will be right with the world again.
Dietary observation, weight remains the same, despite my assault on Ben and Jerry's icecream and some wine imbibing. No wheat. Getting easier.
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posted by fatmammycat at 10:12 am
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