Hoping for some of these:
over this
I LOVE SPIEDIES.
Been thinking hard about my training lately and where I want to take things. I've made my back squat goal already - and I know I have more in me. I pulled 265 for two deadlifts today and it felt decent - I'm hitting 300 next week. I've brought my Fran time down substantially. I can run much faster than I could when I was running all the time. I look pretty damn good in little-ass shorts and knee socks.
(Not quite as good as Sly does though).
I feel happy and healthy and lean and focused. So now what? Get super-SKRONG? Try to lean out and get super-fast? Switch my focus to oly and maybe do a competition? Run another half? This whole "being athletic" thing is still relatively new to me, you know. Aside from high school cheerleading, I haven't done any kind of competitive athletics since I was a kid - and when I was a kid, I was pretty slow and fat. When I went to college and got in shape, it was very different - it was an hours-on-the-elliptical, eating-fat-free-cheese kind of "in shape."
So...food for thought on this long holiday weekend.
PhillyGuy and I had planned to go to the 8am session at CFCC this morning and then head to the new Green Eggs Cafe on 13th Street for breakfast afterwards. But then I woke up, looked at my clock that said 7:19, and said "F this noise." The pups and I went for a nice leisurely walk and I chilled in bed with my laptop and coffee for a couple hours, before we finally got moving and headed to breakfast around 9:45.
Beef bacon and blue cheese frittata:
PhillyGuy's steak and eggs and side of bacon in the background. He had the far superior breakfast this morning. The frittata was pretty disappointing - it wasn't bad, but it was very bland. The blue cheese was very mild and had almost no tang, and the bacon-to-frittata ratio was unacceptably low. Iced coffee was tasty, though, as were PG's rosemary potatoes (I stole one of those and a piece of his [meh] bacon). I'd probably come here again on a gluten-binge to try their red velvet pancakes, but it's definitely not worth the crazy wait on the weekends for eggs. Give me Mixto any day.
Log:
Thursday May 24: clean & jerk. 63x2-83x2-93x2-103x1-113x1-118F (uh why?)-118x1-123x1-128F-128F-128 clean only - failed the jerk twice, since I just couldn't seem to keep myself from trying to push press it, and, well, I can't push press almost 130lbs. 5lb PR for the clean and the jerk. No metcon (yaaaaay).
Friday May 25: deadlift, peak of 2. 145-185-215-245-265. posterior chain for days.
Fran - 21-15-9 thrusters (95/65), pull ups.
6:30, as RX'ed. 16-second PR.
Morgan and I battled that shit out - she is a squatting machine and absolutely beasted through the thrusters. Glad she was there, honestly, because I probably would have been much slower without her in the corner of my eye. I was COMPLETELY certain I was going to spew mediocre frittata everywhere mid-thruster, but I kept it down. Note to self: at LEAST two hours from eggs to working out.
happy long weekend everyone.
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