Oh, Inky, I missed you back there, buddy. Thanks! See? I do stuff!
Brutitful!!! Yeah baby! I’m glad you hear the beat The training really does have a certain life of its own. Its definitely different than anything I’m used to doing. Lol! And yeah, maybe I should vid the GHRs! I have to look at some vids too.
Edgy, you ARE the bestest! And the most beautiful ginger viking I’ve ever laid eyes on…swoon! Why you no log no more?
Speaking of logs…Yes, Rocky I do need your log! You’re big, black yule log…Its cold up in this bitch!
(side note: I had a dream last night that I was in a vaudeville type comedy show with John Lithgow, my assistant Andrea, and some other person whos face was escapes me. We were SO bad! And Lithgow couldn’t remember any of the routines!! And was trying to remember the routines as well, but I couldn’t because I had smoked so much weed in my younger years. lol! Finally John says, “lets do the bumble bee routine” and I woke up. Lol! Too bad I didn’t get to see what that routine was, sounds dumb as fug)
Git, Lol!! I can see that…
Hallie, my love! I miss you girlie. Stop working and come back here right now!! slams fist on table
Kimba, thank you
And YES! I can do full pistol squats!! It actually took me 5 months to get on my bad leg (they were part of my rehab) and 1.5 months to get on my good leg. I was actually planning on filming them for my PT girl to show her - before I was cut off from PT, the next step in our progression of these was to do them without a riser under my butt. When she told me this, I was incredulous. Not only do I find pistols hard, but also completely unnatural (why use one leg to squat when you can use two?!) and quite scary (irrational fear of breaking leg). But I decided to do her proud and tried them on my own, and was pleasantly surprised by the results! Just like your HLRs, its all about practice and progression. You can definitely get them!!
Don Cor - Mascherano, approves. Prego!
Last night was one of my most favorite holiday parties of the season. One of my oldest friends, an upper east side kid, has been having a themed xmas party (last night was old school circus and side show) every year for the last ten years. Its super swanky and retro, full of familiar faces and probably the only party where I’m not drinking booze from a mason jar. Champagne flows like wine, tons of savories and desserts strewn around…simply deeee-vine!
So yesterday I told myself, “self, if you can do 11 pullups right now, tonight you [i] rage!! [/i]”
I went to the gym, warmed up my shoulders and hopped on that pullup bar. I felt it! I knew I could do it! I wanted champagne and fancy Santa decorated nutter butters, and cupcakes, lots of them, that I would stuff down my gullet in wild abandon! I envisioned a delicious ham and biscuit sandwich floating above the bar…I would take a bit on every rep…
There I went - 1, 2, 3…things started to burn…6, 7, 8…just three more fucking pullups!! Took a hanging rest to readjust grip…9, 1…nope.
Wuh wuh. FUCK! And I only have 8 more days to make this happen. Please someone, shoot me.
Yesterday’s training was a quick and dirty:
Pronated pullups - 9, 6, 3
7 mins jump rope
1 arm snatches - 8x35, 2x8x40, 8x35
KB swings - 4x15x18kgs
I was supposed to do agility and soccer yesterday but I had to change that due to the party. And today I was going to do a strength workout, but I need to change that due to my traps being sore as fuck! Plus I want to do snatches in that workout and I don’t want to mess with my shoulders.
I’m off to the gym now for agility/soccer. Tomorrow I’ll do the strength stuff.
Onwards and upwards!!
Everyone, have a wonderful holidays!! Please eat something chocolatey and delicious for me!!