On Monday, a beautiful thing happened.
That's right, I convinced the boyfriend to come to the gym with me. We did deadlifts (where I PR'd and lifted 195! I'm so close to 200. I tried 205, got it off the ground, but couldn't get it up all the way), squats (failed miserably after the deadlifts), and then back.
Tuesday, I ran 3.2 miles, pumped out my chest/tricep workout and then made beef stirfry with absolutely no recipe. Totally made it up, and it came out great. It's amazing what happens when I actually try.
Oh, and this guy finally came home after what seems like 25 years.
Since today is National Running Day, I knew I couldn't spend it not running. I worked in my old classroom today, which has become almost a weekly Wednesday thing. There's only one more Wednesday until the end of the school year, so I wonder if I will get to be in there again. I feel so at peace in that classroom. Those are my people and my kids. I feel so possessive.
Anyway, I came home instead of to the gym for a change. I have an entire home gym that hasn't been used in awhile simply because the gym has a couple of pieces of equipment that I don't have (machines mostly). But I wanted to do some kind of HIIT workout since I haven't been focusing much on sprints lately. I found this workout which was awesome. I ended up doing the entire thing.
Then I did what I had been waiting to do all day. Went for a run.
How to slow down your pace, decrease your distance, and make sure you get as frustrated as possible while running. Step 1:
Decide to take your lazy beagle running with you. Step 2: Drag him for a mile and a half before he stops all together and refuses to go another inch. Step 3: Drag him for another half of a mile home to drop him off so that you can then finish your run. Step 4: Get going at a really good pace for .2 miles and receive an important phone call. Step 5: Decide that the universe does not want you to run on National Running Day and go home. Then make sure you give your lazy dog lots of love.
I finished my workout with this:
Now my shoulders are killing me. I refueled with about 80 pounds of fruit, delicious lemon chicken, roasted broccoli, and salad.
It was a fabulous holiday.