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Thursday, November 3, 2011

“It’s impossible.” said pride. “It’s risky.” said experience. “It’s pointless.” said reason. “Give it a try.” whispered the heart.”

Spartan Shape-Up, Day 105:

It was just one of those days, BlogLand. You know, the kind where you're doing what you can do with what you have. It's not impressive, it's not a new PR, it's not the best feeling workout you've ever done, but you DID it, nonetheless.

That was today, for me. My legs are still in some state of unhappy with me, for the punishment I've been dealing them. When I informed them we were going to do T-handle swings this morning, followed by some DB Thrusters, they severely objected. There was no warming up out of it... just stiff and creaky. Not like OW pain... but like uuugghhh.. owww... sort of stiff tightness. (I know, the technical terminology in this blog is amazing, right?)

Regardless, I had a workout to do, I was up early in order TO do that workout, and I was going to make it worth it. I groaned. I sweated, I made all sort of inhuman sounds of exertion. And, happy to say, I completed today's WOD, in good form, despite the fact I that many many fibers of my body were objecting to that.

Today's WOD:

  • T-Handle Tabata Swings, 25#: 9 round (16 rep per round)
  • DB Thrusters, 22#: 9 sets, 6 reps
I was pushing today, to get the those last few sets of thrusters out, for sure. But, I found an apt, related quote today:

"I don't stop when I'm tired. I stop when I'm done."

With that, I leave you for sleeeep. I drank a bunch of SleepyTime Extra tea, and I can feel it knocking me out.... *yawn*... 

Which is awesome, because I'm really hoping to wake up and have my legs not feel sore (PLEASE?), so I can bang out a respectable run in the morning.... But hey, there are no bad miles, right?

Incidentally, I started making my grocery list for the No Bread plan that I'll be adopting. Oh dear. I'm going shopping tomorrow, for supplies. OH MY. That's all I have on that right now... I'm a little bit terrified. 

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