Workoutfit. Yes, it's what I wore to run the dog this morning. Yes, it smelled. No, I don't care.
This is how I stand while I'm waiting in line at the bank. I don't know why. But, it does make tree pose in yoga pretty easy for me.
So, it looks like every Tuesday workout will take place in a garage. This bodes well for sweaty pictures, because the garage does not have AC. I'm both excited and terrified.
But, I love working out in the garage, because we're limited to the basics. It's all barbells and kettlebells. It's my kind of show.
But, first, we talked about some fucked up shit, yo.
"I'm looking forward to watching you shit your pants." This is actually an email I just sent him. We're both trying to get in the Tosh.0 marathon next week. My trainer said he'd shit his pants while running to get on tv. Could it be any clearer why he is the perfect trainer for me?
"Ask him if he's mined her brown eye yet." He was asking if one of the EMTs had nailed his girlfriend yet. I said I didn't know. He elaborated that you can't just ask boring questions. You have to go for it, full throttle.
"Nut up and shut up." This was his advice to me when I was trying to do a clean with a weight heavier than I was used to.
10 minute warm up jog on the treadmill
x4 (65lb barbell)
12 bench presses
10 regular bad ass deadlifts
And, apparently, my form is pretty awesome. And with no mirrors. So stoked.
We worked on cleans for a while with the barbell, but switched to doing kettlebell cleans. I don't know how many we did, because we'd talk about form and muscles and crap, then I'd do some, then we'd talk about form and move up to a heavier weight.
Then we worked on something with a name I forgot that involved a swing-to-press. I was having a hell of a time figuring out the movements. It's hard with stuff like this, since I can't just slow motion it. I watched my trainer do the movements a ton before I finally got it. And I did, I nailed it. Right when time was up for the day (he had another client warming up, otherwise we would have stuck with it).
It was a great session. I don't know what it is about kettlebells, but I fucking love learning stuff with them. It just feels bad ass, throwing this giant heavy ball around. Very primal. Rrrraw and all that.
After the workout, I was STOKED.
It must have been a combination of the feeling of sweat trickling down my butt and throwing around heavy shit, but I felt fantastic.
I ran to the grocery store on the way home, and picked up a post workout snack of carrot juice and raspberries.
This is what I grabbed for dinner. Cooked meat, raw meat, spinach, and fruit. My brain kind of died inside the grocery store.
We put the raw meat away for later, and added in some mangos and leftover raspberries (Who am I kidding, there were no leftover raspberries, which is why I bought two containers), and ate this:
What's your favorite berry?
Do you like carrot juice? I LOVE IT. I could probably drink it until I turned orange.
What did you have for dinner last night?