An Army of One

I did it! I actually walked out my front door, made it across my driveway, and entered my gym. I thought that I would never again find the motivation, courage, and energy for this kind of all-out assult on my will power.

The plan was to lift a bunch of heavy weights followed by dragging the sled around my track wich is roughly a quarter mile. As it turned out, I lifted a few moderately heavy weights followed by a jog/walk/wheeze/limp around the track. Afterwards, I retreated to the house where I spent the next 20 minutes trying not puke. Man have I got a long road ahead of me. Oh well. It got up to like 90° yesterday so it was nice to lift in shorts and a tee-shirt again. Got a mad sweat on.

Box squats:
WU
315 x 10 x 3

Some other crap times three or four.

"Run" 1/4 mile

OK OK

So I've been far too busy to post to some silly little blog. Big deal-i-o I say! In actuality, I haven't done anything physically demanding enough to warrant writing it down. At the moment I'm just trying to do enough to maintain my current gelatinous physique. I did a pretty good workout on Monday. I wanted to do squats, but the previous week's skiing decimated my squishy little quads so I opted for the bench. It wasn't anything programmatic. Just a lot of pushing until I was satisfied. Managed a set of 7 with 315lbs. I thought about working out Tuesday, Wed, and Thurs, but chose to be counterproductive instead. Oh well. I'm not too worried about it. History tells me that I always reach new levels of strength after an extended period of sloth. One day soon I'll look in the mirror and realize that tiny chicken wings look ridiculous sticking out the sides of a huge Jello™ Jiggler™ and I'll be back out pounding iron for a couple more years.

C-
About those climbing holds. That company sucks. Apparently they don't like money. I shall try to find a vendor that will take my money from me in exchange for goods.