this weekend was supposed to be chill, I was supposed to maybe run on Saturday and then relax and play heehaw with the fuck around gang. Well, the universe had other plans. On Friday night my brother straight up totaled my grandparents Corolla. It's seriously a wonder he isn't dead, he flipped it twice and pretty much everything is caved in. Then Saturday morning, my brother called and said we should come to my grandparents house (we all live on the same street...my mom, her brother and my grandparents) because my grandma can't talk, or move the right side of her body. So, we called 911 and she's in the hospital and currently not doing so well. So. Here's to hoping this resolves soon and she comes back home.
I ran on Saturday and Sunday and did session 10 of my running plan. Run 1:10, walk 1:10. I laid down on the treadmill at the end of my cooldown for a minute. It was rough with my wheezing but I turned up my music so loud I couldn't hear myself breathe. I feel selfish going to the gym with my grandma being sick but I just needed out of the hospital that I see 5-6 days a week anyways, and I just needed to not be able to think about anything but survival for about 30 minutes. Also when I went on Sunday, before I ran I just did everything I loved. Hammer curls, tricep push downs, cleans, and then because it's been bothering me for almost 2 weeks now, thrusters. I finally figured out why I couldn't do them at O3. My feet weren't far enough apart or turned out. But I did those and some calve raises because my legs are too fat for fun, I did some lying hamstring curls and some shoulder presses. I also tried a bear complex because I saw Rich Froning, Dan Bailey and Rob Orlando (Helllllooooooooooo mancrushmonday) do them on a youtube video and I wanted to try. I just used the bar and they used 225lbs for 30 reps. I don't think I can even roll 225lbs much less squat clean-thruster-back squat-thruster it. #weak.
I still felt guilty about working out today but I'm glad I did. It's been the one thing that doesn't change and I always feel better after I workout. Always. Today was "metabolic monday" and the return of push ups. I seriously hate push ups. Dead lifts, push ups, planks on some bosu balls, plie squats, 3 point rows and seated rows and some "i wanna go homes" which is some kind of fly(?) and ugh and lots of sweat and petting Taz while I rested. Darin and I were discussing what I could have for dinner and I suggested poptarts and mountain dew. Unfortunately the mountain dew got dismissed buuuuuuuut I got the okay for a post workout poptart. hell. yes. That was basically the best thing I've eaten in a month. Seriously. We hadn't done pushups in a while (thank God) so I think its somewhat of a fair trade. Worst exercise in the world for one of the best foods in the world. Though I didn't get them because I did push-ups, I got them because at this point they're better than the nothing I was going to eat post workout haha. I got a pack of them and only ate one because that's all I could stomach. So now I have 1 poptart in my lunchbox. Who knew they were selling poptarts for .89 cents now too?! cheap. I mean. I took a little peek at the "nutritional facts" and it's nothing but sugar and carbs but it's really friggen tasty sugar and carbs. There are 2 grams of protein per tart though. Fun fact; I don't eat the crust of them. Only the inside. I also don't eat the crust on bread, anywhere. Even at places like Longhorn. Sometimes I wonder how I function with all my food issues. I had a turkery burger sans the bun for lunch and a coke zero, in case anyone was wondering. No one? fair. moving on.
Well actually that's all the fun facts I have for all my 3 readers tonight. So. Hope y'all enjoyed this episode of what I like to call "too fat for fun", tune in Thursday to see what else I can find to complain about! :)
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