I keep fast food in business.

tonight fucking sucked.

still not eating right. fault? mine. plan? f’in work on it. making it through lunch with no carbs but having a hard time severing ties with sugar. stupid bitch.

disappointed in myself re: crossfit tonight.

started with 50 overhead press squats with a lightweight stick. those were fine.

then it was on to deadlifts. felt like a idiot. couldn’t get the back arched and chest out. therefore wasn’t getting the full effect. fucking sucked for me.

• then it was on to 3 sets of:
  • 10 overhead dumbbell presses (25lbs and 5 on each side)
  • 10 push-ups
  • 10 squats with 25lb dumbbells in each hand

that was ok. the squats were way harder than i anticipated. got through ‘em tho.

session finished up with knees up in a dip bar and extending one leg at a time and holding leg extended for 2 seconds before switching.

then the same thing but instead of being in a dip position, was in a hanging pull-up position.

realizations? i am not flexible. i have minimal core strength.

sorta-side-benefit? walking home and seeing lots-o-hotties looking mighty beautiful tonight.

and the g-men!

suck it.

wasn’t going to go running tonight as i didn’t get home from work until 8.30.

but instead, GU’d it up and ran down the east side path for a 6 mile workout.

• mile 1 - 9.46 warm-up
• mile 2 - 9.20
• mile 3 - 8.20
• mile 4 - 9.20
• mile 5 - 9.01
• mile 6 - 10.25 cool-down
  

thought that was a decent wednesday workout. especially like the 9.01 on mile 5. then i fucked it up by coming home and having ice cream for dinner. i am going to be fucking starving tomorrow.

on another note. this rep vp candidate is a real f’in shit talker. gun-loving, oil-drilling, baby-making woman…woman?! weird.

and. finally. suck it.

does there always have to be a title?

i think i turned in a decent job for tonight’s crossfit.

got to the gym and started warming up with some overhead squats with a pvc-type pipe. i really need to f’in work on these bastards. they do not come easy to me.

then it was on to squats. these turned out decently. did warm-ups, then on to gradually increasing weight until maxing out @ 3 sets of 5 with 235 lbs. i was pretty psyched that i got them done. definitely had to concentrate and form still needs work. still didn’t go all the way down on the last one and my chest wasn’t all the way up.

still felt good.

• then it was on to 3 sets of:
  • .25 miles on the treadmill @ gradually increasing speed & incline (think i maxed out @ a 6 min/mile
  • 15 pull-ups with the weight assisted pull-up machine
  • 15 dips also with weight assistance

the pull-ups SUCKED. the dips were easier and the running portion was the easiest. i found it odd that i can run @ a 6 min / mile pace for .25 - .50 miles no problem but ask me to do push-ups and sit-ups, i am fucked.

WEAK. MUST. GET STRONGER.

good night.

suck it.

moving in the right direction...slowly but surely.

“They have grandiose visions for their futures and not a clue how to get from here to there.” - Michael Kimmell when speaking/writing about his book “Guyland”.

i don’t want this to be me but i fear that i also fit into this description right now. as it relates to life in terms of career & fitness/health specifically. the women-stuff will have to come later right now.

so, i am going to try and take a more proactive approach to this so that i do indeed have a plan on which i can execute to achieve my goals.

big talk i know but time (and results) will tell.

sooo…this weekend…for exercise…

friday was an off-day. saturday was a 16 mile run. run went ok until about mile 15 or so. then i faded and felt as though i was falling apart. i think the reality was i was falling apart mentally as opposed to physically.

work on that. must do.

sunday, off-day. not proud but still. walked a bunch.

monday (tonight) was 6 miles with 2 x 1-mile pick-ups in between. nothing major. just faster than the regular 10 min/mile pace.

this week?! big plans! going to give the no sugar & carbs for 2 weeks a try.

so suck it!

keep it going!

watching the dnc and obama is actually impressing me. does this mean i am growing up since i am watching/paying attention/forming opinions about this?!

TBD!

wednesday was in jeopardy. shit hit the fan at work and i was there til after 8. got home around 9 and contemplated running. contemplated because i was trying to find every reason not to go and none to go. roomie convinces me to go.

end up running 5 miles:

• 1 mile warm-up
• .5 mile pick-up
• .5 mile recovery
• .5 mile pick-up
• 1 mile recovery
• .5 mile pick-up
• 1 mile recovery / cool down

didn’t bring a watch. will do next time. heart felt like it was going to crash through my chest but obviously it did not.

thursday was crossfit! and it turned out to be a tough session. not necessarily because it destroyed me but because it was technically difficult for me and that ended up causing more damage than anything else.

felt completely out-of-sync and that made things far worse than they should have been.

soooo…what did i do:

• 3 sets of:
  • 15 shoulder presses (i think) with 25lb dumb bells
  • 15 overhead squats with 65 lbs

the overhead squats were the killers. i just couldn’t get it technically and it was frustrating and tiring. keith said it best, overhead squats with 65 lbs shouldn’t tire you so much but when you can’t control the weight overhead and you are swaying all over the place, it’s gonna kick your ass.

after that, it was on to pull-ups, dips and walking lunges

• 3 sets of:
  • 10 pull-ups (using the assisted pull-up thing…where it covers some of your weight)
  • 10 dips
  • 9 walking lunges in 1 direction (with a 30 lb dumbbell on the shoulder)
  • 9 walking lunges in the return direction (switching the dumbbell to the other shoulder)

lastly, did some core work. not decline bench sit-ups but it was challenging. hard to describe.

that’s it. suck it.

momentum building...

so i want to keep the momentum going here. ran sunday. did i mention that to myself already?

sort-of ran monday. and then tonight was crossfit again!

and again. ass = kicked.

started off with dead-lifts and then some type of hamstring stretching/strengthening exercise.

then. then it was on to what is affectionately called “cindy” … not sure why.

anywayz…

• 5 sets of (for time):
  • 5 pull-ups
  • 10 push-ups
  • 15 squats

outcome? DESTROYED. time = ~ 9 minutes. a 1 minute improvement with 1 additional set compared to last time.

in fairness i must confess that i did get help on rounds 3,4 & 5 of the pull-ups. push-ups obviously got slower with each round but…i did hold about the same pace with the squats.

someone told me that is an IMPROVEMENT.

after regaining full consciousness it was on to sit-ups.

it was:

• as many sit-ups in 1 minute (25)
  • rest 1 minute
• as many sit-ups in 1 minute (17)
  • rest 1 minute
• as many sit-ups in 1 minute (16)
  • fall off sit-up bench

eating is been horrible. planning to start the next round of the sugar-free & carb-free challenge after labor day.

suck it.

another fucked weekend...

so as far as training went…one word (or two words) non-existent. why was there no training? because i fucked up.

went out and got hammered on friday. so had a great crossfit on thursday and then, instead of running after work on friday and then going out, i went straight out after work on a mini bar crawl.

ended up “losing” my phone and losing my crackberry. my WORK crackberry. i only “lost” my phone because someone found and started calling people in my phone book. lucky for me that he reached my dad and aunt and my brother went and picked it up for me and brought it over.

i really did luck out with that one. i also lucked out that i had a family that was there to help. what was not lucky? not remembering i spoke to my brother and agreeing to goto lunch with him and my dad on saturday and then having to cancel from being too hungover.

also not lucky? not moving off my couch and/or bed all day saturday and missing out on a great day. also not lucky? eating tons of sugar and carbs and blowing all the work done during the week.

i am taking a break from drinking for the next month or two. it’s. just. not. worth. it. sometimes.

i am confident this will also breed some moderation.

but today was a step in the right direction. met up with rachel and ran 5 miles.

i am prepared for tomorrow.

suck it.

stumbled but haven't fallen

so this week started off good.

• running monday
• crossfit tuesday
• swimming wednesday
• crossfit thursday

and today will be more running. BUT. what hasn’t been as good is the eating. i made it to wednesday without ingesting any carbs or sugar. and then…then i broke.

had some soda wednesday night. then had a bacon & egg on a roll on thursday morning. then beer and some more carbs thursday night.

this is tough. but. BUT. it feels do-able. attainable. which is refreshing and motivating.

crossfit makes me feel like a complete out-of-shape puss. getting broken down on the regular.

TUESDAY

• squats - did ~ 185lbs
• 3 sets of
  • 15 sit-ups tossing a ball
  • 15 some kind of dumbell toss-thing

THEN

• 3 sets of
  • 3 push-ups and 1 armed rows with a 25lb dumbells into a clean & jerk
  • 15 box jumps onto a bench

FUCKING KILLED ME. i thought i was in some sort of shape. NOT SO MUCH. this broke me in half. felt awesome after though. pain is good.

THURSDAY

for the record, i thought tuesday was worse. but thursday i felt like i was going to puke or pass out. awesome. took me about 30 mins after i finished to completely regain my bearings.

• squats - did ~ 205 lbs!

then this is where it got hairy

• 4 sets of:
  • 5 pull-ups
  • 10 push-ups
  • 15 squats

didn’t sound like much at the beginning, but after the first 3 pull-ups i was fucked. but, like i said, by the end. puke or pass out. whichever came 1st.

finished up with:

• 3 sets of:
  • 15 sit-ups w/ tossing the ball
  • 15 dumb-bell toss thing

wrecked.

so suck it.

a fucked weekend

so this weekend was fucked. and not in a good way. thursday night i got the ass kicked during training and i took off friday.

friday i was hoping to run my 18 that was scheduled this weekend. that was not the case however.

i woke up and tried a slightly new food before my run. i ate peanut butter. but as soon as i started headed up towards the park, something wasn’t right.

the pb kept repeating and stomach felt OFF. made it to the park (~2 miles) and stretched. started running and things went downhill.

stomach felt like shit. thought i was going to toss the pb and whatever else was in there.

really thought i was just being a pussy and trying to find an excuse not to run the 18. thought it was all mental and that i didn’t have it in me to run 18. thought i was wussing out.

but it was being persistent. i thought i would alter my route and run the 18 but over a less challenging course. still didn’t work. really felt like shit.

stopped after 6 miles for the day. went home and moped. what a sucker i thought. why am i running this fucking thing i am thinking.

i talk to brooke and we are still going swimming though. good i thought. but then the weather isn’t cooperating and we have to go to the indoor pool. she arrives and notices i look like shit.

guess it wasn’t all in my head. swim did make me feel better thought. swam somewhere around ~1500 yards i think. nice and easy.

felt refreshed.

had to get up @ 5am saturday. worked til 2. thought i would maybe do my long run after that. didn’t happen. went home and crashed.

woke and ran 5 miles.

here’s sunday. should do the 18 today right? not. punked out again. ran a little more than 7 tonight. only saving grace was that i ran part of it with an out and back over the 59th street bridge.

i am fucked. just like this weekend was for me. not self-pity. just fucking toughen up pussy.

tomorrow starts no carbs and no sugar. day fucking one.

suck it.

w.e.a.k

i fucking thought i was in decent shape. overweight, yes. but in decent shape none-the-less. but boy am i fucking wrong.

FUCK.

tonight…did squats with weight. i think (if the bar weighs 45lbs) that i did 3 sets of 5 x 185lbs.

then. THEN. then the fucking fun started. keith had me do 3 sets descending of squats, push-ups and then sit ups. it was 40 - 30 - 20 of each.

got through the 1st set of squats at a moderately ok pace and then it was time for the push-ups. i felt like a f’in chick. might as well have done girl push-ups i felt so weak and it took me so long.

then i thoughgt i’d get through the sit ups ok. ok NOT. i forgot my guttis-maximus was in the way! haha…fucking gut.

so needless to say i suffered through theis entire thing except for the squats.

then i cam home and drank the last of my soda and gatorade and had some chicken and milk.

no more sugar or carbs.

eddie, remember this and refer to it often for motivation when the workouts get tougher but your performance improves.

suck it.