Tuesday soreness

Something about that first night back is just awful. 

I slept until 8:30am and couldn’t go back to sleep.  I made myself some eggs and fried some chicken sausage. I ate breakfast in bed with a big glass of water and Hulu on my computer.  The episode of Glee I could watch made me so mad. Kate Hudson’s character is just Rude. Then I started watching Master Chef and sleep was nowhere in sight.  I skyped with a friend… one of my favorites.  We may not talk as often as I would like, but when we do it is so refreshing.  He knows how to put everything into perspective.  After that I commenced my pre-workout routine, which consists of a moderate amount of bitching and moaning and texting friends to tell me I’m fat so that I will go.  When I got to gym I discovered that it was a partner WOD…ugh.  I love a good partner workout however, I’m still new and don’t know that many people so my anxiety level went through the roof.  While running 400 meters one of the other guys tripped and another got a cramp and couldn’t get up off the sidewalk I decided it could always get worse for me and felt better knowing that the awful jumping rope/bouncing/pogo exercise yesterday hadn’t just sucked for me.  (That’s a quadruple run-on sentence but idc get out of my life) 

We did a complex 4 rounds… 3 deadlifts, 3 high pulls, 3 front squats, and 3 24” box jumps.  Not for time and the goal was to increase weight each time.  Which I did. The 1.25 lbs plates count…right?  I made it to 105 and was tired.  We still had a whole WOD to go… this was supposed to be a warm up. Yeah, right.  Then we took turns finding our 1 rep max hang squat clean.  Once honestly as much as I hate to clean anything this is one of my favorites.  After doing to movement 8 times I made it to 155! Which I’m happy with.  I tried 165 and dumped, the 160 and failed.  Story of my life.  But overall, I feel great. I am so excited to finally be feeling good about my workouts again!

I enjoyed some butternut squash, some sweet potato, and a protein shake before braving traffic at 6pm.  I called my mother on the way and wrongfully got her hopes up about me maybe being able to come home for Christmas. It’s sad that I have the time off but can’t go because flights are so freaking damn shitting expensive.  That week a flight to Birmingham with 2 stops… that’s right, 2… will cost around $900.  I lol’d and contemplated writing the CEO’s of these airlines hate mail.  So I get to tell her tomorrow.  I’m kind of throwing myself a pity party on the inside because my family and home are awesome during Christmas. 

I’m so excited about my stuffed peppers in my lunch box. And my Blueberry Lara Bar… divine.

Hope this wasn’t boring friends… but what can you say about the day before your first work night?

Oh and they are blocking off my street to film an effing movie. Can’t wait to see and hear about the chaos that will probably keep me from sleeping in the morning.