Lanels- Cigars, scotch, killer leg sessions… life’s small pleasures do it for me!
MiM- Fried, cheesy eggplant is pretty high on my list too. The recipe that I’m making is roasted eggplant, greek yogurt and chickpeas with mint. Yum. Good with crackers but I’m thinking about eating it like a lettuce wrap but with raw kale. I pretty much eat kale every day. I cannot get enough of it.
Today’s training: legs/lower GVT, 90 sec rest between sets
Warmup: 5x10 each wall squats and spiderman crawls
During the last set of wall squats some dude tried to steal my squat rack. I nearly tackled him. Super-bitch mode kicked in and he just looked at me and said, “Ok.” He did his shrugs on the Smith machine. Yeah.
Squats @ 140: 10, 10, 8, 10, 8, 7, 10, 8, 8, 10* 89 reps
*Some guy stopped to watch me on the last set. I saw him in the mirror when I was unracking. Having an audience can be motivating sometimes
I rested a long time before I switched over to do the RDLs. Laid down on the leg press to catch my breath. My quads were really burning and starting to cramp. Walked around a bit and set up the RDLs.
RDL @ 150: 10, 10, 10, 10, 7, 8, 8, 7**, 8, 9.5*** 87.5 reps
** On the 8th set I only got 7 reps because I started to get dizzy. Whoa. I think I’m going to have to drink Gatorade or something on the leg day from now on. I generally don’t touch that stuff, but I get so sweaty that I think plain water just isn’t doing it for me.
*** I’m calling the last set 9.5 reps because I locked out the last rep and my grip failed on the descent.
Decided to go buy a foam roller for use at home. One of my gyms has them, but they’ve taken to locking them up in the “private personal training area.” (Don’t get me started. I was once kicked out of the private area at 6:30 a.m. by the bitch head trainer while I was in the middle of a set of pushups. There was nobody around, she was just on a power trip. She has since been fired. HA! I complained to everybody I could think of over that incident. You know that I don’t tolerate anybody fucking with me while I’m doing pushups.) Anyway, I drove to the sporting goods store from the gym. Got the foam roller and another pair of shorts - lime green cheetah print, check back for pix soon - and drove home. I pull onto my street, reach for my garage door opener, NOT THERE. Uh-oh, WTF? Where is it! Went inside dropped my stuff and grabbed a can of smokehouse almonds. Went back out to retrace my steps. Stopped at the gym, looked under people’s cars, etc. Asked the reception kid. Not there. Proceed back to strip mall. Same drill, not in the parking lot. I walked into the store and ask, TA-DAH! The old guy greeting people in the front says that someone just brought in…
All’s well that ends well. Tonight is going to be a feast. Gran is making quiche. And I will eventually make the eggplant dip too. Tastiness awaits!