Our new French über corporate overlords gave us today as an additional day off (ooh la la!), but I got up at 6:00 a.m. and pretended like it was a regular day. I am officially back on my grizzly.
I had a LOUSY night’s sleep last night. Cedar Fever has struck, so whenever I tried to lie flat, I was tormented by a hacking cough. I spent the night trying to sleep in a halfway-seated position. When I woke up for the umpteenth time at, like, 4:00 a.m., I realized I was still wearing my eye glasses. Yeah, it was that kind of night.
It was sheer stubbornness that finally got me out of bed – 20 minutes past schedule – and into the car… then we almost ran out of gas on our way to the gym. We topped off the tank, and I was perilously close to calling the whole thing off because I had to be at the dentist at 9:30. But I rallied! Only to have my hopes dashed when I saw that both weight lifting cages were being used by other people who also realized today would be a great day to get back to their routine.
Back squats were out. Bench press was in… which made me feel like I was cheating a little because I LOVE bench press. Whatever. I got my ass moving today, so I’ll take it.
5×5 bench press: 95 – 95 – 100 – 100 -100
10 med ball situps
:15 tuck hold (on dip bars)
The predicted low temperature tonight is 28F which has not increased my enthusiasm for doing Angie
tomorrow morning at 5:45 a.m. I’m doing my best not to think about it, and I’m laying out my workout clothes tonight. There will be no excuses. Sigh.
I prepare approximately 19 meals and 13 snacks every week. They’re not all winners, but sometimes, like my lunch today, I hit a freakin’ grand slam.
By now, you’ve probably tried the Sunshine Sauce
as a veggie dip or with grilled meat or lettuce wraps. Oh, kids! You have to try it as a stir-fry sauce.
I threw some cabbage, green beans, and shrimp into a pan with coconut oil and when the veggies started to get a few brown spots on them, I added a few tablespoons of Sunshine Sauce and sautéd it ’til the sauce thickened a little. Crazy good. So good, it tastes like “cheating” when, in fact, it’s a beautiful dino-chow feast. Do it!
After lunch, I made Brussels sprouts, spaghetti squash
, baba ghanoush
, and grilled a bunch of turkey sausage and chicken thighs. The cavewoman kitchen is now open for business!
My appetite is back in full force, so I’ve been on schedule with meals and snacks. In fact, I need a snack right now!
On May 1, I will turn 42. How is this possible, people?!
Over the course of 3.5 miles, I will swallow my fear, wear that wicked awesome horned hat, and conquer 14 challenges (with Dave, Erika
, Anna, and Catherine
at my side), including:
- running in a river
- scrambling up a muddy hill
- sliding down a muddy slope
- navigating over giant hay bales
- plunging under water and swimming under logs
- climbing up and over a rope cargo net
- leaping over flames (!)
- crawling under barbed wire in the mud to the finish line
I’m terrified of the cargo net climb. TERRIFIED. At my first triathlon – way back in another lifetime – I almost didn’t do the race because I was too chicken livered to climb down a ladder to the starting line. I become paralyzed at the idea of going up in the air. So… that should be a good one.
I’m none too excited about plunging under logs in the water, either.
But I’ll be damned if I’m going to turn 42 by just eating cake. FIRST, face death. THEN, eat cake.
In other motivational news, my new trail shoes arrived so I can start breaking them in for the Bataan Memorial Death March.
See? I’m gripping the grizzly with all ten fingers (and toes!) so I don’t fall off.