This is how my dog sleeps. (He scratched his cornea disagreeing with a neighborhood cat, hence the cone-of-shame)
It's an abbreviated week (aka a wk), so I only had one workout session to forget to blog about.
12 chest presses
12 (per side) high to low wood choppers
10 shoulder presses
12 squat and overhand rows
12 tricep extensions
something else I'm sure. Shit, this happened mere hours ago. WHAT THE FUCK.
There were three women in there doing...half of a routine from a video on an ipad, and half stuff they were making up. It was...okay, I don't want to be a bag of dicks here, but whatever.
It really frustrates me to see people half assing it in the gym. There's an excellent chance they don't know any better (and I'm not a good person to educate), but it worries me that they'll, from lack of a good whatever, not see the results they want, and give up on exercise. Like "I worked out 5 days a week for months and nothing changed so exercise doesn't work for me." On the other hand, at least they're doing something? I don't know. It makes me...sad. But it's not my job to be like "hey, ladies, if you worked a little bit harder you'd see awesomer results, yo." Maybe they're just there to socialize? Maybe they're all in physical rehab and this is the hardest they work? I shouldn't judge. But man, it's so common. Yes, they're doing something, but just enough where it would be so easy to quit from lack of results.
It rained Saturday, which caused most of my football friends to bail, which meant it was a rainy game of catch. But I still managed to get mud all over myself.
It's a gift.
What else? I'll be in Napa on Thanksgiving. I'm dragging my mom to a casual Turkey Trot Thursday morning.
Speaking of moms, my mother-in-law is a nurse near the Gaza. Here is a really awesome write up about her, and the conflict. (That links goes to a public Facebook image and description, just to warn you)
So, yeah, mildly political. Feel free to go apeshit in the comments if you want. Alternatively, tell me how much pie you plan on eating this week. Because that's what I'm thinking about. Pie.