Exerbabble for 2-13-6

First, a confession. I’m being a naughty Timmy. I’m.. skipping class. If I were to have gone, I would have been fifty-five minutes late.

I must say, I completely underestimated how long it would have taken me to work out. As much as I try to keep my workouts shorter (as in, not taking an hour and a half like I was in October), the net time from when I enter and exit the Y, plus travel time, adds up quickly. Still, I thought, “Well, I’m going to have about as much time as I would have if I had Weight Training.”

Yeah, first period of the day was canceled. *twirls finger* I got up at 7 AM and called the number. Powered by quaker oatmeal, I cleared off the van and headed to the Y to exermacise. Okay, I underestimated how much snow there was. Still, I’m unimpressed. 😉 At the Y, I finished clearing off the roof of the Van. Kind of rude not to, ya know?

Pants and socks soaked, I was glad I was going to be changing socks (AND UNDIES!) soon anyway. I saw a girl doing squats while chewing gum. She was doing either 75 or 85 lbs, I wasn’t watching closely. But something about a chick casually chewing gum while doing full-depth squats with good form just makes me smile. But nevermind all the nice-smelling girls. Goddamn it, even at the gym, girls smell fabulous. SMELL LIKE EXERTION, I SAY!

Ahem. Anyway, my workout for today:

Pull-up 6, 3, 2
BB Shoulder Press 8, 8, 7 @ 60 lbs
Back Row 3×8 @ 55 lbs?
BB Bench Press 3×8 @ 70 lbs
Squat 3×8 @ 100 lbs
Calf Raise 2×15 @ 100 lbs
Deadlift 3×8 @ 115 lbs
Shrug 2×15 @ 115 lbs

I was almost glad I didn’t have weight training, as this allowed me to go with my normal set pattern, and corresponding higher weights. I was going for 3×8 for the shoulder press, but I really pushed for the 6th and 7th reps on the last set, and knew I had maxed out. If I had a spotter, maybe I would have tried, but you still need an iota of strength to hold the bar up at the top of the rep and rack it back.

My quads must be exploding. I should probably have squatted more, but I was conservative as I knew I was doing deadlifts right after. I mean, I remember two months ago when squatting 85 lbs made my gluteus maximus sore. Now I’m doing more weight and it doesn’t even phase me. (And my form is good. *winks*)

Deadlifts are always a little intimidating every time I do them. I noticed it’s easier to bring the weight up if I’m sort of holding the weight with my shoulders, rather than letting it hang “dead”. I’m not sure whether either is a “correct” way; it’s still a lot of fucking weight. All I know is that bringing my shoulders up a littles seems to make it easier to hold my back straight. I should just be glad I haven’t decided to do Good Mornings yet. Let me show you what they looks like.

That’s something you start with LOW WEIGHT first. I think I’ll pass. (For now. We know I’ll eventually get curious.)

My plan to keep my shrugs consistent with my deadlifts turned out to be a good idea. 115 lbs felt a bit more difficult on my traps. Oh sure, I could finish the sets with no problem. I just know that as my deadlift rises, I should keep my shrug consistent with it, so there isn’t an imbalance. After all, after the end of a set, I do have to more or less lift the barbell slightly to get it back on the rack.

My abs didn’t feel sore today, so I was surprised when I felt soreness when I went to do weighted sit-ups. So I smiled at how getting a full range of motion LAST FRIDAY kicked the shit out of my abs. That’s a good thing, by the way. I skipped sit-ups, knowing I want them at full strength ASAP.

When I do a split, each workout tends to take maybe a half hour, typically no more than thirty-five minutes. This workout today took around forty-five minutes, which is the upper end of an optimal workout duration. I showered naked and carefully put my clothes on. (Immediately after stepping out of the shower, you’ll get dirt on your feet from people’s shoes. I typically have a paper-towel to wipe the bottom of my feet off.)

My right big toe still doesn’t look quite right. Ever since I slipped my toenails, it’s been slightly sore, and there’s been a little.. puss around the left side of the nailbed. This is really strange. I’ve been trying airdrying it, I’ve been changing my socks more. I think tonight I’ll soak my foot in hot water (to soften the nail), then use the probe on my nail clipper (after disinfecting it with rubbing alcohol) and see if anything got “under” the nailbed. Because I just don’t see what’s wrong.

These things tend to work themselves out. I’ll just be domestic about it.

Normally I avoid wearing a hat with wet hair, as it causes hathair, but today I made an exception. I wore my red winterhat for the first time, which almost looks silly on me. Except, red is my favorite color, so I don’t really care what I look like. I can’t believe I spent years as a teenager trying to hide this truth. I ended up favoring green and purple for a few years because I hated how blue was The Boy Color.

So, the problem at hand. As much as I’d want to bitch, “NOTHING IS WORKING!” I’m once again ignoring the obvious. I don’t do work at home. I know I need to work around that. Because putting myself down for my own goddamn nature is not worth the stress. Put me in a classroom and tell me to do something, and I’ll be done in no time. Tell me when I’m home to do something, ha, fat chance.

I accidentally left my journal and Why I Am Not A Christian at home. *shrugs* I do believe I’ll try to get my spanish homework for tomorrow done.. today. What a concept, doing something in advance.

I do believe not having a compiler at home may work to my advantage. I don’t do homework at home. I simply can’t allocate time to do it at home. That’s the hard way. An easier way would be to just GOTO that mysterious lab in .. that.. place. .. in that building.. Yeah. They have compilers. I could do it on Wednesday or Friday, if I wanted to, right after class. Finish the shit, and immediately forget it exists as I gorge myself in a post-workout meal. Or something.

This isn’t over. Nonetheless, my sins need absolution. *bends over and drops his knickers*