In order to blog, one must be able to type. In order to type, one needs two functioning hands. Ok, well you can type with 3 fingers and a thumb on the other hand as I recently have witnessed at work but really, that shit ain't efficient. After spraining my wrist just over two weeks ago. I couldn't type. So no blogging. I even took just over a week off from the gym. It sucked.
I lifted Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday this week - easing back in slow to not piss my wrist off. I was pretty successful until Thursday when I couldn't deadlift after squatting pissed it off. I guess I should have thought of that whole bending back thing before I started and thrown someone off a leg press.
The week was pretty uneventful. Sunday I lifted at 6:30 am after getting up at 4:15 am to go to the airport. That was not cool. The empty gym was awesome but I didn't even have the energy at that time in the morning to ask the other dude lifting why he had to be on the rack next to me, why not leave an empty rack in the middle or why he couldn't stop staring. In reality I should have snapped on him but yea, it was 6:30 am and I was lucky to be upright and able to add the plates up.
Tuesday I went to the Y. I do not like lifting there but I wanted to get it over with early and didn't want to deal with the crowds. The vibe there sucks. There was only one other person really lifting and I know this because I had to keep snapping at the same dude to re-rack his weight. But the really annoying part was the jackassery exhibited by the women in the place. Ladies, doing 4 variations of leg lifts and donkey kicks for an hour will not fix your flat ass. I don't care what magazine you read it in. You look stupid and sound stupider having this conversation loud enough the whole room can hear it. The Y is staying on emergency use only status.
Thursday was a kind of surreal day at the gym. I get there on the early side and 2 of the 4 racks are open. The other two are being used properly. I was happy to have a rack, in the corner, far away from the soon to happen stampede of zumba women trying to get an inner thigh machine or sit-up machine. And there is a big ass bowl of chalk. Yes chalk. That shit that could have helped me not sprain my wrist. Same shit I get yelled at for bringing in. Interesting. It was actually a nice change of pace to have people that knew what they were doing around me for once.
I also started dieting this week which apparently has coincided with Girl Scout Cookie Season. Nothing good can come of this. Every store I went to today had the sugar crack out front. Thin Mints by the case. So yummy. So good with coffee. So not happening on a low carb diet. They ask and ask and ask. I'm not buying. Anyway, I already have a dealer. I need supplies for my refeed.
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