Note to Self: Just because you CAN do 150 pushups and however many chin-ups doesn’t mean you SHOULD do it. Ow.
I kicked my own butt (okay, shoulder) doing all that stuff last week. So much so that I felt beat and still have some lingering ouchness on my left shoulder. For those of you playing along at home, this is a learning experience. Maybe doing *everything* gradually is a good idea, not just running. (I feel kind of dumb, but I’m all about sharing the ups and the downs, right?)
Blogger has been a BOOB today.
Let’s not kid anyone, I don’t have typical weeks. But thanks to the WONDERFUL people who inspire me to come up with interesting tidbits to write, I’m going to do this. I’ll give you a week of something like what I’d do for a weight lifting routine. May I throw a few caveats in here?
First off, thanks to everyone who responded to my question from last night. I hope I hear from more of you, but I appreciate every answer. Thanks. It gives me a direction in which to continue my focus. And yes, I’ll agree with you, and look to find “experts” to bolster my thoughts. I’ll do a few interviews, which might prove to be fun.
I’m doing that CrossFit stuff, a week removed. I’m editing just a little bit, partly for my abilities, and partly because I have to see a doctor about my lower back before I do anything exceptionally tricky. So, today’s challenge was 150 pushups. No, not all at once, smartbutts.
I’m searching for more grist for my mill with regards to my book, and to that end, I’m hoping you can help.
The format this is taking at present is that I talk about various subjects and explain my personal experiences with them. I’ve talked about what’s at the heart of my efforts. I gave some examples of the daily grind. I spent a little time talking about my take on nutrition. And there are several other things I’ve touched on.
I love it when a workout hands me my hat. Man, I got the pudding beat out of myself this morning. But I felt great doing it.
This morning’s CrossFit workout was:
One thing I’m coming to appreciate about the “new” me is my ability to take lumps and keep fighting. Figuratively, because I tell you, I’m secretly fascinated with the idea of being a boxer, but I *know* I’m really slow, and I don’t think getting a broken nose would change that. Boy, I’m rambling. Take lumps and keep fighting.
The stupid cold is now officially nearly not-yet over. I had to take more Nyquil last night, and was suffering a really obnoxious headache. The Nyquil helped with that, but left me feeling hungover this morning, so I didn’t hit the gym.