So on Wednesday I did my push-up and sit-up improvement and then forced myself (against my will) to do some pull-ups. There I sat – all smug, all night – because I had done some “extra work”. I stepped out of the shower (late, right before bed) and got struck by a lightning bolt: I didn’t do my scheduled cardio. Doh.
I was supposed to do a 40-minute spin on the bike trainer yesterday as a substitute for the 4-mile easy run I couldn’t do and instead I sat around all night and didn’t do it. Didn’t even think of it. For Pete’s sake. Sometimes I amaze even myself. And not in the good way.
But at least the workout that I did remember went fairly well. Wednesdays are currently my “speed and continuous movement” workouts. Five sets of 30-seconds with 30-seconds of rest. Same for both push-ups and sit-ups. Short, fast and furious. I’m not even going to pretend that I remember the numbers for my push-ups. I tried (I do know I did thirty on the first set). But there was too much heavy breathing and too little brainial oxygen. Yes, that’s a word. No, you shouldn’t look it up.
For the sit-ups I did 25, 25, 25, 23 and 23. For the set sets of max pull-ups I did 10-8-6.
My ankle seems to be getting better in that at least I haven’t thought about it or been aware of it for 12-24 hours. Two more solid days of rest and it should be ready for a test drive.