Too Pretty Out to Stay In & Too Tired to Run Worth a Damn: 2/27

76 degrees outside.  How the hell could I stay inside and not feel like a worthless sack of poo.  So, despite the fact that this was suppose to be a rest day.  I spent all morning thinking about going for a run.  Around mid-afternoon one of my neighbors told that it was suppose to rain Monday night, and the clinched it.  I was dressed and ready to run.  However, my body felt like hell and I ran like hell.  I even got lost . . . twice . . . I slogged through it at a wretched pace, but I was glad to be outside.  76 degrees . . . it was like the Sirens song leading me to the rock! 

I did 3.79 in 41:11.24 for 10:51 pace.

When I got home I just too a long shower, sat down to watch a hocey game and laughed about it. 

What did I tell you: Sunday--25th of July

So just one day after laying out my recovery plans for the next week, what did I do?  Yep . . . I chucked it all and ran.  Why?  Because I am an idiot.  Seriously, I am a dumb ass!!!  I'm frustrated, and I want to be running so much.  Plus ,I am getting bored with swimming and weights and want to get back to taking classes.  Even though I know that I will have to avoid plycore while they are on their current stairs kick, I still want to rejoin the classes.  So, on Sunday I got to the gym and all of the treadmills were taken.  So, I started to do yet another 12 days workout, reaching day 6 before I just got fed up.  I just kept watching all of the people running and think damn I would give anything to be doing that right now!  Then something two tempting to pass up happened.  Two treadmills opened up on either side of one of the strongest runners at the Y.  Now, I am the type of person that likes to find treadmills that are next to really strong runners, so that I can feed of of their pace while I am running. 

I don't have to know them, in fact I don't even care who they are or anything about them as long as they don't stink.  It is the rhythm of their pace that just takes hold of me.  All of my best runs on the treadmill have been when the person beside was just pounding it out.  I can't stand to be running next to the person that is just walking and god forbid they are the person that thinks it is all right to pull out their cell phone!!!!!!!!  One: talking on the cell phone while working is a gym faux pas, and Two: the person, who does it needs to avoided because they are a douchebag.  Anyway, I had been thinking that I should test out the progress of my Achilles in hopes that I was being overly cautious.  And as I said when those two treadmills opened up on either side of such a strong runner, I just couldn't resist.  I mean this girl is fierce!  Even as I got on the treadmill, I knew that this was a bad idea, but I told myself that I would limit myself to just one mile, because even though I am an Idiot, I am not dumb!  Also, on one of the blogs that I follow: Happiness . . . One Mile at a Time.  is by a person, who has injured her Achilles and has gone into detail about her rehab, and I knew that she was limited to one mile for her first run, so I thought that sticking to one mile would be good for my first run as well.  Also, I am at about the same point of time that she was when she was allowed to run.  Also, her injury was much worse than mine.  These were all the excuse that I kept telling myself for being a total dolt.  So, I ran my mile, and it felt great to be running!  Every pore just erupted with sweat, and my legs were just loving it.  However, I couldn't really get focused, because I was worrying about my Achilles and tracking the distance.  My Achilles felt alright but not spectacular.  Afterwards I couldn't tell if they were just sore from inactivity or if I had done any damage.  After awhile, I was able to tell that most of the discomfort that I felt in Achilles was from rubbing my heal raw.  However, no matter how hard I tried, I could ignore that my left Achilles felt pretty sore.  I didn't feel as bad as it had before, but there is no denying that this is not how a healthy Achilles should feel.  I am going to have to wait to run again.  And this time, I fully intend to not be a nimrod and wait until Monday to run another mile.

The Workout


1 Burpee
2 Mt. Climbers 1 Burpee
3 Bird dogs 2 Mt. Climbers 1 Bird dog
4 Crunches 3 bird dogs 2 Mt. Climbers 1 Burpee
5 Lunges (each leg) 4 Crunches 3 bird dogs 2 Mt. Climbers 1 Burpee
6 Prisoner Squats 5 Lunges (each leg) 4 Crunches 3 bird dogs 2 Mt. Climbers 1 Burpee

1 Mile Run on the Treadmill

Gym Dunce: Sunday, July 18th

I wanted to Swim on Saturday.  Don't ask me why, but for some reason swimming was really important to me on Saturday.  I wouldn't even consider lifting or doing anything else.  It is not like I've become hooked on swimming or anything.  I enjoy my time in the water, but I'd much rather be running if I had the choice.  But Saturday, swimming was all that I could think about.  However, there was a constant rumbling of thunder all afternoon, which frustrated me even more because it wouldn't rain.  It would just thunder ever so often, making it impossible to swim because the Y won't let into the water for 20 mins after thunder is heard--Nazis!  I even went there once and just so I could make sure that they weren't letting people swim.  Honestly, I am not sure why I even bothered to confirm it with my own eyes -- really -- like they were going to let people swim just this one time as long as they promised not to tell.  Anyway, around 4:30 the sky opened up and the rains started, which allowed me to put my mind at ease and give up on swimming for the day.

However, I had planned to lift on Sunday, so the thunder storms and my refusal to let nature alter my plans left me with a dilima.  Should I swim on Sunday, Lift, or do both?  I thought that doing both was just stupid, so that's what I did.  Why?  Because sometime we are all stubborn dumb asses, and apparently this was my weekend to shine.  I decided that for safeties sake that I should swim first, lest I drown because my arms were to tired to swim after lifting.

The swimming was no problem, but the lifting truly sucked causing me to curse my jackass self nearly the whole way through, particulerly during the chin-ups and the Alternating Dumbbell Curls.  The underside of my left shoulder in the back right around my arm pit was killing as I did the chin-ups, my form was sloppy as hell during the ADC's.  I had to stop several time to rest so that I could correct my form.  I am really lucky that I didn't hurt my back.  Truly, I wish that I could say that I'll never do this again, but sometimes . . . we all just get a touched in the head and act the fool.



The Workout:

Swimming:
2 laps Frog
20 Laps Crawl

Lifting:

--Chest--

Barbell Press:
12 reps @ 25lbs
10 reps @ 30lbs
8 reps @ 35lbs
6 reps @ 40lbs
12 reps @ 25lbs
Dumbbell Incline Press: 12 reps @ 35 lbs

--Back--
Pull ups:
12 reps @ level 20 assistance
10 reps @ level 19 assistance
8 reps @ level 18 assistance
6 reps @ level 17 assistance
6 reps @ level 20 assistance DNF
Wide Grip Lat Pull Down:
 12 Reps @ 100lbs

--Shoulders--
Seated Dumbbell Press:
12 reps @ 25lb
10 reps @ 30lbs
8 reps @ 35lbs
6 reps @ 40lbs
12 reps @ 25lbs
Reverse Flyes:
12 Reps @ 100lbs

--Biceps--
Alternate Dumbbell Curls:
12 reps @ 25lbs
10 reps @ 30lbs
8 reps @ 35lbs
6 reps @ 40lbs
12 reps @ 15lbs
Preacher Curls:
12 reps @ 50lbs

--Triceps--
Dips
 12 reps
10 reps
8 reps
6 reps
12 reps
Triceps Kickbacks:
12 reps @ 15lbs

Weds. 4/14 Sports Conditioning & Thursday 4/15 PlyCore (900) . . . Wisdom Tooth and a bad idea workout!

These two classes were both really good, but in all honesty, I don't remember exactly what I did in them in much detail. Following the Plycore workout I went to the dentist and was ambushed with a wisdom tooth extraction! Not fun . . .not at all. I know that during the sports conditioning class we did one legged hops up the stairs, which were not fun either, but still much more fun than having a giant tooth yanked from your head. The plycore class on Thursday was really good. I remember that we did a lot of push up, Squats, dips, abs, and lunges.

I was not able to work out for the next two days, and then on Sunday the 17th I jumped rope for 30 mins, which was a huge mistake. I felt really bad afterward. In fact, I felt so bad that I ended up taking the following day off from work. this workout may have also been what caused my dry socket, which is also very un-fun! the dry socket lasted until this weekend, but didn't slow me down too badly once I got some clove oil.