Today wasn’t nearly so bad. The ginger was a bit grizzly, but nothing as bad as I’ve seen him in the past. Bloody horrible would be the only way to describe it, and he certainly wasn’t that.
Training this morning was good. Consisted of an hour in the pool. Not a bad effort. Managed to get a bit of a lie in before having breakfast, making lunch and washing up. The usual routine. I wasn’t feeling overly tired this morning, just had enough sleep that I woke up when I was ready, although I did hear the first couple of squeaks from the other side of the wall.
Swam for an hour – my usual 100m on 3 minutes was completely blown out of the water, and I rolled 1k in about 25 and a half. Was pretty impressed, and just managed to squeeze out another 200m before I hit 30. Definite improvement. I’m not actually swimming faster, just having less rest, and continually doing more work in the same amount of time – result!!
A couple of the guys at work asked me why I wasn’t aiming to swim a certain number of laps each time I went – and I think today proved that point. When I set out, I had no idea that I wanted to swim for so long, or that I wanted to swim 2k in total. I just felt in the groove, so I kept on going. I think that that’s how it has to be with my training. I also think that that approach works for me cause I’m not the type to give in. I like to give training a bit of lip, and to keep going when times get tough. I like to beat what I did previously. Set out to improve each and every session. I know that at some point that’s not going to be possible, but it’s something that drives me to keep working, to keep getting better. Think my AHR was also a bit higher this time round – makes sense really.
Work wasn’t so bad. Just bloody counting, counting and more counting. Went quick enough, but every two hours I was looking round for something to eat. Was all good though, and well within the diet. Just sitting here and I’m actually thirsty. The lesbian and the kids were in today. Someone I potentially would have hooked up with once, I was just standing, overhearing their conversation thinking that I was a bit weirded out by her child (perhaps only 6 months old) not wanting ‘boob’ anymore. That, or perhaps the image of being with someone who’s breastfeeding (and said breastfeeding’s implications on fucking) was making me crazy. As much as I love boobs, I’m not into that at all.
Gym session after work, even though my eyes were well tired. Went and did my strength work. I still don’t feel that I’m pushing as hard as I can with the weights at the moment. Think I’m still in a bit of an adjustment phase being in a new gym and all. It’s like they’ve tried to cram too much shit in the space and it feels cramped, and you have to negotiate your way around pieces of fluffy equipment to get to the good, and worthwhile stuff – like the single power cage they have in there.
For the moment I’m concentrating on big exercises – nothing isolation. I’m doing at least one powerlifting move per workout, although not heavy. I’m going to have to write myself a program and get into the routine of lifting heavy again. Shit. Bring on the mental strength. The scales were mighty tempting tonight, but I wasn’t really wanting to see what’s going on there. I feel as though the weight isn’t shifting, although I know I’m getting leaner around my head. Sounds stupid; but I am seeing weight loss from my face. Perhaps it’s the little bit of a tan that I’ve going on now.
Done. Absolutely done.
