I’ve been doing the crazy waking up early thing lately - this happens to me in summer because it starts getting light around 4am. So this morning it was 4.28am and I finally just got up a little before 5, sat at my PC and played a game for a bit.
Then I decided, what the fuck, it looked as though it was going to be a gorgeous day so, whilst I’d planned gym today, run tomorrow, I might as well get my fat arse outside for a dawn run. Just 3 miles to ease back into things, post-half marathon, but it felt pretty good. I was a bit naughty and didn’t do my mobs first so I could feel the hamstring and sciatica a bit, but I pushed myself around a little faster than my long distance jogging speed and felt quite energetic.
Came back, foam rolled (holy jeebers, my left outer quad is tight!) then went to the gym.
Did my usual.
20 hypers (bum clenching ones)
20 reverse hypers with V at top
20 clams (per leg)
20 single leg hip thrusters (foot on high bench) (per leg)
20 bosu ball squat/sit up combo thingy
100 step-ups (50 per leg, alternating; step + 8 risers)
3 x 12 bulgarian split squats (per leg)
I tried putting a lower step for my front foot, but actually it made it easier, not harder, so I took it away for sets 2 and 3.
Suicide leg extensions (10 reps, one minute hold at top, take two deep breaths then crank out 10 more)
2 x 25kg
Single leg curls (Cybex kneeling leg curl machine)
20kg x 12, 11
Wasn’t going to squat but then said to hell with it.
Box Squat (6 risers plus a 15kg plate)
Bar x 10
30kg x 10
3 x 40kg x 5
I really concentrated on keeping form and found the 40kg set quite challenging. I know, it’s sad. I should be squatting two plates a side, but right now I need to fix the mechanics before I can put weight on. I had a wide stance (feet touching the sides of the rack) and worked on pushing knees out and chest forward. Felt like my bum got a workout, which has to be a good thing.
Did a few handstands and a bit of stretching then went grocery shopping.
My faith in humanity (or Londoners, at least) has been partly restored because, on the way back, the dodgy zip on my backpack gave out and disgorged most of my shopping all over the pavement. Two women who were waiting to cross the road ran over to help. Now if you’ve ever been in London, you’ll know it’s not the friendliest place - you just don’t make eye contact with anyone on the tube and most people don’t know their neighbours any more. Sad state of affairs, really!
(I really must get a new backpack…)