Exerbabble for 12-1-5

So I was saying to myself, “Oh, you don’t need to write that.”

To which I said, “Oh really? I will anyway! Whatcha gunna do about it?”

To which I shrugged.

Second day laying off upper body work. Rather than a waste, I’ll consider it a week off. Rest! I have been working out over 8 weeks now.

I was standing over the back extention thingie, the one that lets you do it at an angle, as opposed to the one where your legs are hovering in mid-air. Then I thought, “Wait, why can’t you try deadlifting?” Walked over the opposite side of where I typically do squats. “Form. Let’s see how this looks and feels.” I didn’t put any weight on the bar. Typical 45 pounds. Down and up. “Hmm.”

I could sort of feel it in my back, but it was clear my legs were doing most of the work. Reminding myself not to kill my knees, I watching myself in the mirror and made sure I didn’t go lower than when my thighs were parallel to the ground. Form. Two sets of ten reps. Good enough for a start. Now that I’ve done it, I can research form so I don’t, you know, injure myself as I eventually put weight on the bar.

Moving laps to the end of my workout, I was reminded of why I moved them to the beginning in the first place. Intake of water causes cramps. Blargo. But, you NEED water! Perhaps my plot to have a so-called cardio day is justified after all.

I tried doing some lunges down the backside of the track. It looks so easy, then my legs go, “Whoa.” Walk around a lap, do another set. A start. I see why you don’t need to carry much more than ten pounds in each hand. No, I wasn’t carrying any weight. I’m trying to not make my legs sore here.

Knowing how I love to kick the shit out of my abs, I saved my abwork for tomorrow. After all, what the hell else can I do that I didn’t do today? Thirty-five minutes, for those worried of overexertion.

I am having two burgers for lunch. Hey, it may not be the best shit for me, but I could do far worse. I’m trying to INCREASE! my calorie intake! I have a craving for spiral. I’ll eat that when I come home from spanish. I downed a tall glass of water when I came home. Shouldn’t be long before I feel the signal from my bladder.

You know, what the hell did I talk about before I started being positive? I have a hard time remembering.