20/20

Is it just me or does Charlie Sheen need to go to rehab after he gets tested for an STD?  Just a thought...

Today was a busy day.  It was one thing to the next.  I was completely out last night by 9:15...which was good because 4:30 came early, very early.  It was one of those mornings when I took my first sip of coffee on the road at 5:15 and moaned from sheer pleasure.  With only 4 1/2 weeks to go, I've got to find enjoyment in the smallest dietary things so I won't go nuts.  I told Ryan tonight that its like I'm passed the point of even craving a bunch of stuff.  I wouldn't even know what to do with a cheeseburger right now....do I eat it?...make love to it?...what does it even smell like?...

It was a quick workout day.  Since I moved biceps to yesterday, I only had sprints today...which was good because it was the longest 25 minutes of my day.  After a 5 minute warm-up, I was like white-lightening on that thing.  Ok, perhaps a slight exaggeration, but this tank was moving...and sucking a little wind at the same time.  I did 20 seconds on, 20 seconds off for 20 minutes, speed 11.  I was out of control.  It was definitely harder than my sprint workout on Monday, but thankfully my stride is getting more fluid.  Last 3 minutes were brutal...legs were ready for more than 20 seconds rest, and heart rate was 204...done and done.

Good news...the callous on my right small toe that was absolutely killing me a week ago is now gone.  I couldn't take it anymore and so I did surgery.  Yes, I cut that thing out like I was on Survivor or something.  It hurt like hell, but had to be done.  Not sure if it qualifies as self-mutilation, but probably should if it involved some form of cutting and blood.  Anyone got a stubborn bunion?...give me 5 minutes...

Got all my tanning paint in the mail yesterday.  Ryan already spilled it on the counter.  Awesome.  It smells like a combination of feet and Clorox.  I can't wait for that whole process...
My mom usually does it...one year my roommate in college did it...yeah, that brought our relationship to a whole new level.  There I am butt naked, carb deprived, on the verge of eating my arm, while I'm trying to critique their brush strokes on my inner thigh.  They look at me like they're about to tell me where to stick that brush.  There's always some tension with my mom when she paints me simply because its my mom and you're always more moody with family members.  We usually get in arguments...which, I find is hard to get all pissed off when you're naked.  There's only so long they can listen to you and take you seriously while your nipple is staring them in the face.  Needless to say, after 2 days, 4 coats, and over 5 hours of painting, we are both relieved when I am brown and momma doesn't have to look at her grown daughter's backside up close and personal anymore.  My blogs during those couple of days will definitely be entertaining...

Alright, time for bed...big training day ahead...story of my life!  Night folks...

Tights and Tutus

It's Saturday morning and I am a zombie....sipping on my 3rd cup of coffee (with added protein powder of course) and eating some pumpkin protein pancakes.  They are a treat on the weekend because I actually have time to cook in the morning.  Yes, I add protein on top of protein...don't act so shocked.

From Thursday til now I've been on the go and simply haven't had much time to sit down.  I'm beyond tired, and can tell my body needs rest because I'm craving a little more sugar than normal and retaining some water.  Irritable and bloated...bad combination for the sanity in the Falcon house. 

My workout yesterday was great though...really heavy on the shoulders, some tough core work, and then sprints on the treadmill to top off the Friday.  I was pleased that I was able to maintain 198 heart-rate through the sprints without having a near-death experience.  I don't have time for that...

Seated shoulder press 4 x 10, last set drop set to failure
Seated heavy lateral raises/ss light lateral raises 4 x 10 each
Front heavy DB raises/ss light front raises 4 x 10 each
Weighted sit-ups on ball 3 x 15
Leg raises 3 x 15
Oblique crunches on decline 3 x 20
Treamill sprints, Tabata style  30 min

The best part was trying to adjust my ponytail after my last set of shoulders...physically could not do it.  I looked like a idiot bending over, tilting my head back, trying to figure out the quickest way to fix my hair that didn't require lifting my arms.  I gave up...stuck with the disheveled-look until my delts were capable of operating again.  Good workout.

Not sure yet if I'm gonna try to fit in some cardio today...its supposed to be beautiful today, but I need some rest.  I might just do a quick 3 mile jog.  Yes, I said it...a jog...don't think for a minute I will enjoy every second of it...but I will troop through it. 

I went Thursday night with a friend to a benefit dance concert at Duke....even being the meathead I am, I can appreciate the arts.  I actually love dance, and took it for 7 years.  Yeah, me in a tutu...dear God, what a site.  It was such a great break from my weight-room-all-consuming life to see a different display of strength.  The choreography was absolutely phenomenal, and one reason I wanted to go was because I know the teacher and actually took a class of hers in college.  What a trip that was.  Even though I'd had dance experience...in the studio, on fraternity house bars, etc...ha...I was well into my competition training so my strength was much different.  I specifically remember one of the first days in there and she wanted us to lift our leg and hold it as close to our head as possible without assistance of our arms.  I look over and little miss toothpick had her leg by her freak'n ear and my hipflexors wouldn't let me get past 90 degrees.  I was pissed.  I wanted to yell out "look, I just got done leg pressing over 400 pounds, could bench press YOU, and you want me to do WHAT with my leg?!!  You're out of your mind..."  I had to drop the class and stick to dancing at frat parties...less leg lifts, more squatting...I could handle that...

Alright, we are all caught up....I am about to clean a little, MAYBE run, and then join the crackberry club and go get a new phone....brace yourselves if I join twitter...

Have a great weekend...stay focused...keep mov'n forward...one day at a time...