Playing Catch Up

Thursday:

Workout:

x4
2 minutes pushing the treadmill
30 seconds rope slams
20 reverse lunges while holding a 20lb weight over my head

x4
60 seconds side shuffle rope slams
60 seconds of holding a squat until my trainer told me to jump, jumping, landing back in a squat, and continuing to hold

Ummmmmm, probably other stuff, since that's not much.  Maybe I burned the rest of my calories laughing at Sky.

It was a typical day with my trainer, until my brother sweat a sign for the coming apocalypse.  Now, I don't read the Bible, but I watch enough tv to recognize a pale horse when I see it.  Which makes Sky death, I think.  Hmmmmmm.



Friday:

For no good reason at all, I ran four miles.  It was fucking glorious.  The air was cool.  I was wearing shorts so short that the only reason they exist is for attention.  Maybe elites need to race in bikini bottom style shorts, but normal people do not run in public in anything this short unless they want to be stared at.  And I did.  And I enjoyed it.



I also enjoyed pushing myself to the point where I could feel an uncomfortable burn in my lungs, and then holding that pace.  It's been a while since I ran fast.  It felt fucking awesome.

Also, at the tail end of the run I swung in to a 99 cent store for the sole purpose of procuring this fantasy treat:



Saturday:

Football, glorious football.  After three weeks of being busy, or it being canceled, I was on the field again.  Somehow, over the previous three weeks, half the grass disappeared.  My running shoes didn't grip the loose dirt particularly well, so I ate some serious shit.  I also played more poorly than usual. 

And I'm still sore.  It's kind of ridiculous.  I mean, it's great.  Sore means I kicked my own ass. 

Oh, shit, the worst part was the hip/butt pain post game.  It faded after a few hours, but man, directly after playing, it was bad.  I think it's all the sprint, stop, rapid direction change stuff.  I need to talk to my trainer about it, see what I need to strengthen.  Because I haven't had this much fun working out in a long time.  It's sprint, talk shit, laugh, fuck up, sprint, apologize.  It's fantastic.

Afterward I took this picture, which is stark proof that I should not wink at anyone, ever.

Here is how I think I look when I wink:



This is what actually happens:



So, yeah.

Socks:

 I've start up Sock of the (almost every) Day again, because it's technically fall, which means it should stop being hot as balls soon, which means I can stop wearing flip flops every waking hour, even if they are business attire here in California (not really, oh god, if I had to dress like a normal business person every day I'd die).

So, here's where I am thus far:






And, today:



Assuming the world doesn't end in December (see: Sky's shirt), I have enough socks to get me through February, at least.

Life is good.