motivation for Fatcats and possibly for chumlies of Fatcats!
Arp. My inbox informs me that the mini marathon is NEXT weekend. I will see that arp and raise it to an eep! Hmmm, This means I've got to take my finger out, put down the delicious hooch glass I've been carrying about and do some serious training if I want to aim for the 55 minute mark, ahahaha yeah, 55, that's the goal ahaha. Oh dear.
Other than that it has been an okish week.
Monday- nowt, I was poorly and busy.
Tuesday- still coughing and acking but I went to the gym anyway.
Push press 22k x 10x 3.
Pull ups on the Grav 40, broken into sets of 10. counter weight of 20k which I'm definitely well able for and will lower to 15 next week.
Squats with a 4k bar. 40, broken into sets of 10. Oh how I hate them. Oh how shitty my form. Oh how achy-breaky they are. Oh how bloody good they are for core strength and legs and just about everything else. We hates them, oh yes, but they's worth it.
Wednesday- still partially bunged up I set off on a two hour trundle. It was slow and comfortable. Hilly and sunny. No exact idea of distance but probably around 14/16 k, or thereabouts. I didn't push it at all, just content to be breathing properly.
Thursday, took a class of kickboxing. Haven't been near a bag or gloves in months. Felt terrific after and during. And my instructor was not a seething pupil hating lunatic with a god complex. When my instructor said, 'good job!' I was momentarily confused and anxious. Then I did something I rarely did in Memnoch's class. I think I might have smiled.
Friday. nowt actually. I had to work and mow the lawns AND hoover. I may have mentioned my feelings about Hoovering before. Then I had to go to Smurfs. It was IMPERATIVE I went to Smurfs,
Satdee! In an hour I"m off to the gym to run on the treadmill, I'll be running in 800 meter bursts. If I have ANY chance of running the Flora in 55 minutes I'd better put some work in. I'm feeling a bit sore from Thursday actually, so a run will be good no matter what.
Then tonight is Eurovision! Huzzah for cheesy music.
Other than that it has been an okish week.
Monday- nowt, I was poorly and busy.
Tuesday- still coughing and acking but I went to the gym anyway.
Push press 22k x 10x 3.
Pull ups on the Grav 40, broken into sets of 10. counter weight of 20k which I'm definitely well able for and will lower to 15 next week.
Squats with a 4k bar. 40, broken into sets of 10. Oh how I hate them. Oh how shitty my form. Oh how achy-breaky they are. Oh how bloody good they are for core strength and legs and just about everything else. We hates them, oh yes, but they's worth it.
Wednesday- still partially bunged up I set off on a two hour trundle. It was slow and comfortable. Hilly and sunny. No exact idea of distance but probably around 14/16 k, or thereabouts. I didn't push it at all, just content to be breathing properly.
Thursday, took a class of kickboxing. Haven't been near a bag or gloves in months. Felt terrific after and during. And my instructor was not a seething pupil hating lunatic with a god complex. When my instructor said, 'good job!' I was momentarily confused and anxious. Then I did something I rarely did in Memnoch's class. I think I might have smiled.
Friday. nowt actually. I had to work and mow the lawns AND hoover. I may have mentioned my feelings about Hoovering before. Then I had to go to Smurfs. It was IMPERATIVE I went to Smurfs,
Satdee! In an hour I"m off to the gym to run on the treadmill, I'll be running in 800 meter bursts. If I have ANY chance of running the Flora in 55 minutes I'd better put some work in. I'm feeling a bit sore from Thursday actually, so a run will be good no matter what.
Then tonight is Eurovision! Huzzah for cheesy music.
Labels: pain I haz it.
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