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Exercise log: very busy gym
Feb. 4th, 2013 09:44 pmCycling: 12.5km in 30:00. Benchpress: 3x10 @15kg +bar, 1x8 @17.5kg+bar. Attempted pathetic chinups: 3x3 (not much improvement but some). Deadlift: 3x10 @10kg. Lateral raise: 3x12 @5kg/arm. Bicep curl: 3x6 @10kg/arm. Back extensions: 3x8. Running, intervals: 2 miles in 26:30 (first mile in 12:30). Rowing: 550m in 3:00.
Mass: 103.4kg.
First time in the gym since... did I go last Wednesday? I can't recall. Very, very busy. Lots of waiting around for the thing I wanted. (There are only four non-spin-cycle bikes, for example, and I like being able to track my mileage.) The nice trainer bloke whose name I can never remember corrected my deadlift form, because I'd completely forgotten how to do it. He's a good guy.
Sadly, as always, the weights end of the gym was being hogged by lads showing off their muscles. Also, a pair of weedy guys messing around with the benchpress machine. (First they tried lifting 40kg...no go. They had to scale all the way down to ~17.5kg, which took them for-fucking-ever. Did no one ever tell them to go up, not down? And then they did bunches of sets of three-reps-only, resting on the bench in between. SERIOUSLY BOYS YOUR MANNERS.) And, honestly, some of the Muscle Boys side-eye me? (Mostly not, fortunately. Mostly they are polite lads. And the gym staff know me and have known me for years now, so I no longer have to deal with being talked down to lighter weights when I go to ask for advice on a new exercise. But tonight I am all THOSE BOYS. Alas.)
Brought library books back to college, overdue. Fines are annoying but my own fault. Should now do something productive, but don't really want to. Fie.
Mass: 103.4kg.
First time in the gym since... did I go last Wednesday? I can't recall. Very, very busy. Lots of waiting around for the thing I wanted. (There are only four non-spin-cycle bikes, for example, and I like being able to track my mileage.) The nice trainer bloke whose name I can never remember corrected my deadlift form, because I'd completely forgotten how to do it. He's a good guy.
Sadly, as always, the weights end of the gym was being hogged by lads showing off their muscles. Also, a pair of weedy guys messing around with the benchpress machine. (First they tried lifting 40kg...no go. They had to scale all the way down to ~17.5kg, which took them for-fucking-ever. Did no one ever tell them to go up, not down? And then they did bunches of sets of three-reps-only, resting on the bench in between. SERIOUSLY BOYS YOUR MANNERS.) And, honestly, some of the Muscle Boys side-eye me? (Mostly not, fortunately. Mostly they are polite lads. And the gym staff know me and have known me for years now, so I no longer have to deal with being talked down to lighter weights when I go to ask for advice on a new exercise. But tonight I am all THOSE BOYS. Alas.)
Brought library books back to college, overdue. Fines are annoying but my own fault. Should now do something productive, but don't really want to. Fie.
