Rest and Muscle Ups

Monday is was exhausting to just exist. My limbs were heavy and I wanted to curl up on the couch and watch tv. So, after work I blew off running and curled up on the couch and watched tv. I also drove 3.5 blocks for soup. It was kind of horrifying, and exactly what I needed.

Tuesday I felt better. Not "lift a car off a baby" better, but "I only cough sometimes and my legs feel like they weigh a normal amount" better. So I went to work out with my trainer (workout? I DON'T KNOW!)



I don't know why I took that picture. I like to pretend I'm a monster. Okay, apparently I do know why I took that picture.

Anyway:

x5
30 second single arm rope slams
30 second double arm rope slams
10 (per side) tire smashes (15lb sledgehammer)
5 band assisted muscle ups (!!!!!!)
10 band assisted pull ups

The band my trainer has makes things a little too easy. I am not strong enough to do muscle ups. So cranking out 5 in a row, boom boom boom, means the band is working a little too well. They should have been more difficult. I should have been struggling and whimpering after two, not slightly tired after five.

But, there's something awesome about doing a muscle up, even if I am getting WAY too much help. It's one of those "holy shit this move could actually save my life" type things. Straight up functional. Not frequently functional, but I can imagine scenarios (even ones that don't involve zombies) where being able to pull myself from a dead hand up over whatever ledge I'm gripping, yeah. Awesome. Maybe some day I'll be able to do one of those on my own. To be fair, probably not. But it would be wicked.

x5
20 kb swings (20kg)
10 clean and presses with one handed swings in between in one (12kg)



Oh, wait, I mean....soooooooooooo exhausted.



Also worth noting:




Ignore my disappearing (reappearing!) arm and just look at my ass, okay.



That's better.

Today I have track sprints. 9 of them. I have my "goal time." But I'm also coming off being sick, with lung sickness (that's a thing, right?). So, if I can't hit my goals I'll lower my standards. Look at me. I'm clearly used to lowering my standards. Just kidding. I'm fucking awesome and get whatever I want. True story. Anyway, I have no qualms with wussing out if my body needs it.

Random:

Turkey bacon creeps me out. I'm not sure why it's "better" than regular bacon. And it looks weird.

My trainer and I have a pact that if we ever shit ourselves we'll tell the other person right away, and if we ever see strangers masturbating in public we'll tell each other as soon as we're done video taping it.

Considering the amount of fruit I bought last night, I might be shitting myself any day now. Don't worry, internet, I would never fucking tell you, because that's disgusting, and I don't need that kind of shit online.

I bought my husband a titanium spork years ago as a joke, and I really enjoy eating things with it.