gym and a bit of socializing

[redbird]

I got to the gym later than I'd hoped yesterday, because it took longer than I expected to pick up a form at my doctor's office.


Cardio: 20 minutes, top heart rate 140
Assisted pullup, still at max assist: 10, 9
Bench press, 50 pounds: 12, 12, 10

At this point I smiled at the man in the "Massage therapist" shirt, and said something brilliant like "Are you the massage guy?" After a brief discussion of his schedule, he mentioned free ten-minute sample chair massages. I asked if he could do anything for my shoulders, and he said he could try. So we went over to his chair (set up near the cardio bikes), I told him a bit about the way my right shoulder tends to hurt, and then I got a brief massage. Somewhere in there I was thinking that it was weird to be doing this (a) in such a public place, and (b) with a stranger. (The person who I still sometimes think of as "my" massage therapist, despite geography and other difficulties, in part because he's the first trained massage therapist who worked on me, is Tom Whitmore.) I didn't even ask his name until we were done. (It's Russell.) I think he did my shoulders some good, and I may dig into my wallet and pay for a full session, on the massage table and all.

As I told him, the difficulty is that after even ten minutes of relaxing massage, I didn't feel a great impulse to go lift more weights. But I did it.

Seated leg curl, 80 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Triceps pulldown, 40 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Adjustable row: 110 pounds, 15, 8; 100 pounds, 15. I was trying to pay more attention to proper form than I had been.
Leg extension: 30 pounds, 12.
30 pounds, 5;25 pounds, 7

Bicep curls, 40 pounds, 2 sets of 12. Left arm felt very tight after two sets, so I put the bar away did one set with a 15-pound dumbbell in my right arm: 15 reps

Stretches


I'd hoped to get down to Sahadi, but it was already running late, so I went straight to dba. I got a pint of the cider they had on tap--I've forgotten the name, but it was definitely on the sweet side--found a table in the garden, and sat there reading in the pleasant early summer. After a while, cattitude called and suggested I join him and eleanor for dinner. I agreed, and was on my way out the door when quarkwiz walked in. I explained that I had been leaving, but would happily stay and talk with her. Back in the garden, I hadn't been gone long enough for my drink to be removed, so I called Eleanor to let her know I wouldn't be joining them, and we chatted for a bit. It turned out that the woman perched at the door, who I'd just strolled past on my way in, was carding people, including people like quarkwiz who haven't been carded in ages. That's a problem for rassef socials: carding at the bar means that under-21 friends can only drink soda, which is fine. Carding at the door means they can't come in, which isn't.

A nice chat about travel and such, and then we headed home. Pleasant though it was to see quarkwiz, I was hoping for a better turnout on such a nice evening.

Comments

[dhole.livejournal.com]

You know, I haven't been following your workout related entries that closely, but from time to time I'd notice an entry that included bicep curl numbers, and feel vaguely inadequate.

This is the first time that I realized that you're using a barbell rather than a pair of dumbbells, and thus the weight is not quite as frighteningly impressive (though, admittedly, is still more weight than I'm using at this point.)

And on a different note, God willing, I'll be there for the meeting next month. So there'll be someone else there, at least. Probably two additional people, as aethereal_girl might well join me.

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Yay for you - massage!

Crazy(and good for you, again!)Soph