Weights
5 mins cycle
5 x 5 Sq – 20,22.5,25,30,30,30
5 x 8 C & J @ 25
5 x 5 45 LP @ 90
5 x 5 SLDL @ 25
10 mins cycle
When I returned from my weights, and got on the bike, there was a kerfuffle at the treadmills behind the bikes. A little sticky revealed that there was a woman there, who had previously been ‘working out’ (cardio junkie) and a ‘trainer’ (6week ‘this is your leg’ course) attending to some guy who was looking all passed out on the treadmills. I’d seen him earlier in the day, while I was warming up, and he was struggling. It wasn’t just that he had the complete wrong idea about the stepper (no, it is not correct to stand, will all your body weight pushing the bloody step down) but he just looked fatigued; like he was going to fall over. So the straw that broke his back must have been the treadmill. Perhaps, and this is just what he looked like (and a complete stereotype, deduced from the thousands of people I’ve met in my gym career) that he might be the type of guy that is desperate to lose weight, so he comes to the gym without having eaten all day. Fasting guys, we should call them. Anyway, I’m assuming that he got an attack of the hypoglycemia bug and took badly to it. He musn’t have fainted though as sure as shit if he fell over the two girls with him wouldn’t have been able to get him back up again.
Post gym I stretched for a good 10 minutes, which is pretty much unheard of for me. I think I’m going to be less sore cause of it, and hence should, finally, learn that lesson. Stretching is good. After coming home and having a shake and a little food I played 18 holes at Innes Park. Not too bad. Actually better than I thought I would. Still need work on lots of my game, and think I can be more aggressive with the chipping, though I’ve more confidence with my 60 now that I have previously.
Rilex has found out that he can open things, like containers, by biting on them (like on the side, you get the picture). Well…my finger didn’t ‘open’ so he just kept biting harder and harder. little fecker. All the while he was hanging onto my other finger (on the other hand) so I couldn’t get him off. I actually had to shake my hand, with quite a bit of force mind you, to get him to let go. Then chucked him out of the pool real quick.
