I was awake by 4:30 this morning. No coffee required.
I’ve been taking ZMA supplements before bed, and that — combined with an extra hour of sleep, no nighttime anti-histamines, and adjusting to my tightened nutrition — have helped me feel much more rested without caffeine.
I’ve also found myself reading more and more of Ross Emanit’s book Infinite Intensity, which is written for fighters. And while I’m no boxer, I do want to be strong, powerful and fast — the qualities of a fighter. (I guess I’m also missing Kung Fu a little.)
Ross’ training plan is really interesting, and years ago, Andy and I did the 50 training plan from Never Gymless. That was great.
So I’ve been incorporating more and more of Ross’ training regimen into my routine. This morning I did intervals.
4 x 800m (90 sec rest between intervals)
Average time: 3:53 per interval
5 x 50m (jog back to start between intervals)
Time each round: 13 sec
I threw in some ring pull up holds and double unders, just to keep practicing. Then I finished up with core training.
5 wheel rollouts
6 side bends w/ 25# DB (each side)
10 Russian twists (each side with 6# med ball)
Whew! Those wheel rollouts and side bends are no joke! I did not get my chest anywhere near the ground on the rollouts. Maybe one day?
Breakfast was fun. I’m going into work later this week and I actually cooked breakfast for us. I even cooked Mads up some pork and zucchini:
I only eat protein and fat at breakfast, so here’s what I ate:
My day went downhill from there. I actually left for work to escape the crying. I love my daughter, but she’s been super fussy lately, and I felt like I could do nothing to appease her.
Then I had a long talk with Andy and we came to the agreement that I will not join Zach’s Olympic Lifting class in October. Or November. Or December. Maybe January. Which really disappoints me because I had my heart set on it. I’ve felt pretty sad since the conversation, even though I know it’s the right decision.
Of course, I risk circumstances changing, class times changing, class prices changing… but what are you gonna do, right? I’m privileged with the opportunity to go to my current class. At least I get that.
Being a responsible grownup really sucks sometimes.