Work has adopted a pseudo-9/80 schedule where you can work 9 hours per day and then take every other Friday off. I’m trying to get myself into that schedule, but it’s surprising how one measly hour makes the day feel so much longer. I don’t want to stay later since I already stay until 5:30-6:00 on most days, so I’m going to have to come in earlier to make it work. This shouldn’t be a huge problem since “earlier” really just means 8:00. But I’ve gotten pretty used to rolling in around 9:00…or even 9:30…
I may have pushed myself a little too hard on my run last night. I did 3.6 miles in 40 minutes, so the average pace wasn’t that fast. However, I was running hard for 3 minutes at a time and then recovering very slowly for 1 minute afterward. I felt bad for the rest of the night. Actually, it’s probably not that I pushed too hard. It’s much more likely that I was feeling the effects of eating basically nothing the whole day because I was watching a sim at work. I had coffee and a doughnut for breakfast, and of course I forgot my lunch because I always forget my stupid lunch. So the only other thing I had to eat all day before running were some animal crackers and a muffin out of the vending machine. I was hungry and dehydrated. Not my smartest move.
Congratulations to the US men’s gymnastics team for beating the odds and winning a bronze medal. Watching gymnastics is so nerve-wracking. You know that one little slip can totally their chances, and the commentators make it even worse. They love to say things like “oh, that mistake will be devastating to their score,” and their choice of adjectives always just makes me even more nervous. And when the gymnasts fall, it always looks so sudden and painful. I hold my breath anytime someone lets go of the bar, or when a girl jumps into the air above the balance beam. Ugh! Watching gymnastics is totally stressful, and yet when everything goes right it always looks so cool.
Jose and I each did our first day of the 100 pushup challenge last night. I did the prescribed sets of 7, 7, 5, 4, and 7 without too much trouble (with 1 minute rest between sets). It was hard, and I felt the burn, but I managed. Jose did 10, 10, 8, 6, and 8 and was similarly pooped at the end. I had my doubts about the challenge being some kind of gimmick, but it is no joke! Perhaps it will motivate me to start doing more of the strength training I have always avoided in the past.
