Old Dogs and New Tricks

I was planning to come to the gym earlier, but again I stayed up too late, this time watching Houdini & Doyle On Demand. I've sworn off of SuperNatural because it's just too addictive for me. I'll be up until 3 am and there's no recovering from that kind of late night. I'm already not getting enough things done, and that's just from going to the gym, doing groceries, walking the dog, trying to straighten things out with Kinsey Power on the phone, sorting email and trying to understand how to get the FitNotes app to work for me. I watched two YouTube videos just on that as well.

Which means I haven't actually gotten stuff done that I meant to: like signing up to do editorial work for Amazon.com, or fixing my ancient resume, or getting any closer to understanding how to set up WordPress to work with BlueHost so I can get my photo website up and running. And it's already Tuesday. Tomorrow I have an eye doc appointment with the glaucoma specialist across county. She's agreed to perform a specialized type of Visual Field test called a 10-2. I'm not exactly sure how it differs from a standard test, but there are technical websites that explain it. Quoting from a website called Optometry Review (clicking on the above 10-2 link will take you to it): "When severe field loss in advanced glaucoma is present, change to a 10-2 pattern to allow for more accurate assessment of the remaining visual field." Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better. 

I'm tired, as usual but still push as hard as I can. There's no point to working out if you're not going to actually work out. I'm a bit baffled by some of the people I see. Today there's the obese fellow who comes to the gym a few days a week, does some cardio and weight machines. But before he even gets started, he eyes the Vitamin Water in the display case, and settles on a protein shake to drink before working out. Seriously? It's probably the last thing he needs as he waddles to the treadmill. 

I found some tank tops I'd put aside in a drawer. I have a faint recollection of not quite liking them after getting them from Old Navy online. Today I'm wearing a grey tank with interesting back straps. But the garment is vaguely sheet-like and shapeless. I feel like I'm wearing a pillowcase, and it's got wrinkles in weird places. This is definitely going into the Good Will bag once I get it home and laundered. I like my long Danskin shorts. I just wish I could find them again, but these are fairly old. The material is great, not clingy or too baggy, but like a heavy jersey or light sweat cloth. It's not revealing, and I'm comfortable with the just above the knee length. 

I'm still trying to figure out the new app I downloaded last night called FitNotes. It seems to have all the elements I'm looking for, but because I'm not familiar with it, I'm not quite sure how to set it up for today's workout. I've pre-loaded my different routines, but neglect to swipe right and hit Go! I'll try again tomorrow when I have a Pull Day. Well, at least I still keep notes on my phone notepad, which I can email to myself. 

I'm not able to get the small flat bench today so I start with Smith Inclined Benching, then a few super sets of DB laterals and Reverse Incline Flyes. Guys seem to materialize out of the wood work until I'm surrounded. Ugh. I don't like crowds.  I toy with the idea of doing Flat Benching now that there's a small bench available, but I can always do it Friday. Instead, I decide to do a few sets of Rip Skulls. It's been a long time and I'm not sure how it's going to feel. It's actually okay. But I notice that the bottom of my right elbow seems a tad sore as I prep to do more pull ups. It's probably that last set of Rip Skulls because my right arm is stronger, and carried more of the weight. Dam elbows!

There are new and old faces at the gym. Shaggy is back, tanner, thinner, and still shaggy with a 60s swinger-vibe. It's really not an attractive look. I haven't seen the Tow Truck Driver in several weeks. But The Mayor has his thin blonde teenage son in tow, so he's piped down a bit. There's an older, well-kept fellow testing the waters with the equipment. Kudos that he's kept his college-athlete figure. There are a lot of dumpy men, both young and middle-aged here, and a smattering of young athletes. The girls are lithe and chatty. The older women wear make up, and never bust a sweat. It's an odd mix. And then there's me. 

Tuesday Push Day
(6.65 miles total cardio)

X trainer
30 min
140 cal
4.02 mi
8.05 av spd

Hammer Grip Pull Ups
31

Knee In 
50

Push Ups
100

Crunches
3 X 50

Bird Dog
2 X 60 sec

Smith Incl
30 lbs X 20 reps
50 X 15
70 X 12
80 X 12 X 3 sets
50 X 25

DB Lat SS w Rev Inc Fly
20 lbs  X 12/20 X 3 sets

RIP Skulls
12reps X 30 lbs
12 X 35
12 X 40
12 X 45

HGPU
26

Elliptical
30 min
Prg2
300 cal
2.63 mi

HGPU
31