I can’t think of a title, so this will have to do

Why is it that on Saturday’s I pop right out of bed like my butt is on fire, but Monday – Friday it’s an internal battle to get up so that I make it to work on time?

It’s weird how much I love waking up on Saturday mornings – the anticipation of a good workout makes me spring out of bed, shuffle to the kitchen for breakfast & coffee then bask in the wonderful quietness.

This morning I woke up at 5:15, shuffled into the kitchen, put my oatmeal in the microwave, started some coffee, and watched a little bit of netflix. (Have you seen the show 24 with Kiefer Sutherland? That show makes my head spin…and scares the crap out of me).


I only wear my best on Saturday’s…..

The Y doesn’t open until 7 on Saturday (which I don’t like) so I told Chris I was leaving, and he kindly told me that his work truck was parked behind me so I’d have to drive his Ford (awww darn.. ha, jk. I LOVE driving that beast). I rolled into the parking lot around 7:05, and it was almost empty. ahhh bliss! I love an empty gym.

I started with a few minutes on the Arc Trainer, followed by some foam rolling & stretching.

Workout:

wide stance squat                                              5 x 5   hit 150 today, WOOT!
calf raise on hack squat machine                     3 x 12
hack squat                                                           5 x 5
calf raise on leg press                                         1 x 6, 5 x 10
glute kick back                                                     3 x 12
seated calf raise                                                  6 x 6
seated leg extension                                            6 x 6
seated leg curl                                                     5 x 6
lateral leg raise                                                    3 x 15
front leg raise                                                       3 x 15

cool down: 15 min on stair stepper thingamabob

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This morning as I was walking across the parking lot towards the gym entrance I was thinking, “man, I’m glad I’m not out running in this cold weather.”

That is weird.

I used to LOVE running in the cold. What is happening to me?

I find it fascinating how much I really don’t miss running? I thought that after a while I would miss running, and want to go back – but I don’t.

I probably couldn’t even run a mile right now, and I’m okay with that.

 

That’s all for today – I’m going to give Diva a bath… because giving her a haircut wasn’t enough torture for both of us