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cattitude (who took home half a gallon each of apple cider and apple/raspberry juice), went to the gym. This was a good workout, though another half hour might have been nice.
From there, I went out to Brooklyn to meet D (WINOLJ), Cattitude,roadnotes, and baldanders for lunch and socializing. The subways were being slightly annoying subways (weekend rerouting and random delays); useful though the automated/recorded announcements may be when they're saying "This is a Brooklyn College/Flatbush Avenue–bound number two train", they are entirely unconvincing when apologizing for delays.
When I got to our rendezvous, it turned out that Moroccan Star is closed, with a sign urging us to "watch for Grand Opening." This would be more plausible had they not (re)opened in the new location some time ago. We eventually wound up a block away, still on Atlantic Avenue, at Fountain Cafe, which had the best shwarma any of us has ever eaten [1], the apricot pudding I remembered fondly from a previous visit, and real tea.
After lunch, we took one look in Sahadi's and decided there was nothing we needed enough to brave the crowds, so just walked around downtown Brooklyn, because it was a nice day and D misses New York. Velma and Soren went home moderately soon, and the remaining three of us wandered down and then back up Court Street, with stops to wander at length through a used book store, to buy clementines and other useful produce, and for me to buy a peach pie. After which I told them not to let me into any more bakeries: I'd already gotten two pistachio bird's nests at Damascus, and we still have chocolate chip biscotti that I bought a few days ago. The used book store was fun: I got a guide to identifying North American grasses.
Somewhat sore of foot, we got the F train at Bergen, and talked subways and history thereof while waiting for the train and then on the ride into Manhattan. Porto Rico Coffee and Tea Importers has a coffee/tea/hot chocolate stall at the back now, and they'll sell you a cup of any loose tea from the large selection on the wall. I tried the only Assam they had in stock. It was tea, but will not replace McNulty's Golden Assam in my estimation, so I got a tin of Twining's Ceylon Breakfast. Cattitude got coffee and coffee filters, and D got coffee. And then we headed to our respective homes (well, D headed to her parents' home, not immediately to the other coast).
A very pleasant afternoon; I don't get to spend as much time with D as I'd like, geography being what it is.
[1] ETA: I asked the waiter to tell the chef this.
Gym details:
Cardio, 17:30, top heart rate 150
Assisted chin-up, assist still at 18, 6 reps [when I can do 10 comfortably, it'll be time to reduce the assistance to 17; the increments on that are, IIRC, 6 pounds].
Calf machine, 70 pounds, 12, 11, 9; I had to stop the second and third sets because my right calf felt like it was close to cramping
Bench press, 60 pounds, 12, 7
Seated leg curl, 100 pounds, 12; 95 pounds, 12. I set this one up, with the bench and leg pad in appropriate places, glanced at the weights, thought they were what I wanted, did one rep, and stopped because it felt like no weight at all. I took a closer look: 70 pounds. I laughed, quietly: when I started doing this (yes, a few years ago) I wouldn't have been able to move 70 pounds, and now it was too light to feel like work. </smug smile>
Plate-loaded leg press, 220 pounds, 2 sets of 12
Wrist curl, 35 pounds, 2 sets of 15
Triceps pulldown, 45 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Crunches, 4 sets of 20
Back arches, 3 sets of 17
Yoga tree, 4 sets of {2 on each leg}. As often, my balance was better on my right leg than on my left
Biceps curl, 40-pound bar, 2 sets of 15
Lateral raise, 7.5 pounds each hand: 15 of the full/difficult kind, then 15 of the easier
Stretches, including the awkward 'hips, legs, back' one that I almost never do
cattitude (who took home half a gallon each of apple cider and apple/raspberry juice), went to the gym. This was a good workout, though another half hour might have been nice.From there, I went out to Brooklyn to meet D (WINOLJ), Cattitude,
roadnotes, and baldanders for lunch and socializing. The subways were being slightly annoying subways (weekend rerouting and random delays); useful though the automated/recorded announcements may be when they're saying "This is a Brooklyn College/Flatbush Avenue–bound number two train", they are entirely unconvincing when apologizing for delays.When I got to our rendezvous, it turned out that Moroccan Star is closed, with a sign urging us to "watch for Grand Opening." This would be more plausible had they not (re)opened in the new location some time ago. We eventually wound up a block away, still on Atlantic Avenue, at Fountain Cafe, which had the best shwarma any of us has ever eaten [1], the apricot pudding I remembered fondly from a previous visit, and real tea.
After lunch, we took one look in Sahadi's and decided there was nothing we needed enough to brave the crowds, so just walked around downtown Brooklyn, because it was a nice day and D misses New York. Velma and Soren went home moderately soon, and the remaining three of us wandered down and then back up Court Street, with stops to wander at length through a used book store, to buy clementines and other useful produce, and for me to buy a peach pie. After which I told them not to let me into any more bakeries: I'd already gotten two pistachio bird's nests at Damascus, and we still have chocolate chip biscotti that I bought a few days ago. The used book store was fun: I got a guide to identifying North American grasses.
Somewhat sore of foot, we got the F train at Bergen, and talked subways and history thereof while waiting for the train and then on the ride into Manhattan. Porto Rico Coffee and Tea Importers has a coffee/tea/hot chocolate stall at the back now, and they'll sell you a cup of any loose tea from the large selection on the wall. I tried the only Assam they had in stock. It was tea, but will not replace McNulty's Golden Assam in my estimation, so I got a tin of Twining's Ceylon Breakfast. Cattitude got coffee and coffee filters, and D got coffee. And then we headed to our respective homes (well, D headed to her parents' home, not immediately to the other coast).
A very pleasant afternoon; I don't get to spend as much time with D as I'd like, geography being what it is.
[1] ETA: I asked the waiter to tell the chef this.
Gym details:
Cardio, 17:30, top heart rate 150
Assisted chin-up, assist still at 18, 6 reps [when I can do 10 comfortably, it'll be time to reduce the assistance to 17; the increments on that are, IIRC, 6 pounds].
Calf machine, 70 pounds, 12, 11, 9; I had to stop the second and third sets because my right calf felt like it was close to cramping
Bench press, 60 pounds, 12, 7
Seated leg curl, 100 pounds, 12; 95 pounds, 12. I set this one up, with the bench and leg pad in appropriate places, glanced at the weights, thought they were what I wanted, did one rep, and stopped because it felt like no weight at all. I took a closer look: 70 pounds. I laughed, quietly: when I started doing this (yes, a few years ago) I wouldn't have been able to move 70 pounds, and now it was too light to feel like work. </smug smile>
Plate-loaded leg press, 220 pounds, 2 sets of 12
Wrist curl, 35 pounds, 2 sets of 15
Triceps pulldown, 45 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Crunches, 4 sets of 20
Back arches, 3 sets of 17
Yoga tree, 4 sets of {2 on each leg}. As often, my balance was better on my right leg than on my left
Biceps curl, 40-pound bar, 2 sets of 15
Lateral raise, 7.5 pounds each hand: 15 of the full/difficult kind, then 15 of the easier
Stretches, including the awkward 'hips, legs, back' one that I almost never do