This semester has been crazy and is going to get crazier.
And the thought came to me: ”don’t beat yourself up for not being what you were never meant to be.” And yeah, I wanted to be an athlete, but I never had the DNA for it. The upside is that I grew to love working out, though I was never good at that either.
Today: later I had two 2-mile commuter walks; 16:39 pace and 16:28. This is my “moving forward but not training” pace. The second one: some stiffness; I think that I did not stretch before going out.
This morning: up too early; did full PT,
pull ups: 4 sets of 5 singles, 6 sets of 5 reps (2 of them chin sets)
high incline: 10 x 94, 8 x 105, 1 x 130 (hard), 2 x 114 (zero left in the tank), 8 x 105
This was amusing: after the 8 x 105 I deliberately tried 130 to give myself confidence for a 5 x 115 set. Instead the 130 rep was a very slow, energy sucking grind. For some reasons that I can no longer fathom, I thought I was just going to CRUSH that rep right up.
bench: 3 sets of 5 x 145 (pathetic but I got ’em). And I did a lot of free squats: I get to depth easier but have not increased my depth as yet. Well, not that much.
Life of an old goat 