Workout/Stretch Out Tuesday

This is what I do in my office parking lot.









Now that that's out of the way...

Yesterday my trainer babied me. He stretched me out, then dumped me on the treadmill for 37 minutes (it would have been forty, but he said "you can stop the treadmill when you get to 40," but I heard "you can stop the treadmill-" and pushed the "stop" button.

Then he showed me some grip exercises. [insert hand job joke here]

While I was on the treadmill, he ran himself through a kettlebell workout.

This is what it must be like to watch Bobby Flay cook himself breakfast (I love Bobby Flay, okay?). A master at work. It was neat to watch him do the things I struggle with, flawlessly, and with significantly more weight. Plus, you know, sweaty flexed muscles. It's a wonder I didn't fall off the treadmill.

We ended with three one minute planks, which he did along side me. It would good to see that he gets twitchy and figidy at the end of planks, too. I try to mentally recite monologues from plays I was in when I was in high school. It helps. Some.

Anyway, the treadmill got my sweat on (that, and lack of air circulation in the garage).



Maybe this is a more appropriate reaction.



My back was pretty soaked, too.



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Today is a swim day.

Tomorrow I swim, then drive to Arizona. Holy moly you guys!!

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This morning I spent a fair amount of time on my knees in our office parking lot, trying to pry a fuse out of my car's fuse box. It doesn't help that the internal fuse box is placed in the most awkward position ever. But I could not for the life of me pry that fucking fuse out.

And the internet is a bag of dicks, with it's "if you're too much of a giant wuss to get the fuse out yourself, you can use a screwdriver, you fucking pussy." I need to go to an auto parts store to get a replacement fuse anyway (all the back of fuses have been used). I need to get it fixed before AZ, since it's the fuse to my cigarette lighter, which charges my phone.

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I guess I should start packing, too, eh? Since it's a billion degrees over there, it's cool if I wander around in a bikini and flip flops, right?

I did manage to stock up on sunscreen. We'll see if I actually use it.

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Do you tinker on your vehicle at all, or leave that to someone else?

On long drives do you prefer the radio? CDs? Books on tape? Silence? What was your favorite car game as a kid?