A good workout. Got through three sets on each of the hip ab- and adduction machines (the trick is to alternate, not try to do three sets of one, then three of the other). 28 minutes on the exercise bike, taking level up to 8 because 7 was too easy. Too easy. What a concept. The usual bench press and leg and row and triceps things. Three sets each of the weird arched-back exercise and crunches, again alternating. Stretches. Best of all, three full sets on the leg press, which I hadn't done at all lately, because my knees were bothering me. (set=15 reps, 140 lbs) The theory here is that if an exercise causes joint pain, stop: but I'm familiar by now, alas, with the way my knees ache from that sort of motion, and it felt like climbing stairs, not like damaging them.
A big, strong, tough hobbit. Hooray!
A big, strong, tough hobbit. Hooray!
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Huzzah! I’ve been getting to the gym regularly myself. Forty minutes on the treadmill today; no weights ’cause I did weights yesterday. Lost another half-pound. Whittle, whittle.
The downside is that working out feels like such an accomplishment that I don’t feel any need to do anything else for the rest of the day; the get something done urge is satisfied. Well, it sometimes comes back in the evening; I’ve been making inroads on the last remnants of Chris and my attempt to imitate the Collyer Bros. early in our life together here.
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But I also find that running at night gives me a chance to go over the day's events, mull things over, work things out in my head.
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tough hobbits...
yikes.
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Strong tough hobbits still aren't suicidal, and pack a meal for adventures when possible.