Training Log Archive: CleverSky

12 pullups, 60 situps, 30 pushups, 30 squats. Kind of a loaf the past couple of days, and I should have done something aerobic today, so I at least did a few extra of each of these. Sometimes I wonder if it's appropriate to log them as intensity 5, but when I've just finished a set, I know from how hard I'm breathing that it is.

Picking up a milk crate containing 40 punds of barbell plates. As part of a medical examination. The last one I can recall having was performed by a pediatrician.

C • An unusual test 13

Could have done some exercises, but decided to skip it.

11 pullups, 50 situps, 25 pushups, 25 squats

50 situps

11 pullups, 50 situps, 25 pushups, 25 squats. The last few times I've done these, I tried for the extra pullup, but it just wasn't there, couldn't even get started. This time I got the notion for the count of 11 going in my head from a few reps out, and had a sort of psychological running start. Then I thought about one more, and it seemed like there was no possibility at all for that. I wonder how much of this is in my arms, and how much is in my head.

Snow dealings, round 4b: clearing the top of Mom's driveway, and getting her car extricated.

I came up with an idea of how to improve the bindings on the giant snowshoes, so I tried it out in the yard, and it seemed to work well enough, so I kept going. Still not perfect, and they loosened up a few times, but I was able to deal with it. Down the normal way, and saw that a snowmobile had been out -- how inept does somebody have to be to get down to dirt with this much snow? Went in the woods off to the side to avoid the places where people had already been. I was hoping that the Lane trail would be unbroken, but there were snowshoe tracks on it. Fortunately, they went only as far as the marsh, then turned back, so I had it all to myself until the Mystery Blazes turnoff, where animal tracks started (presumably dog). I went straight, and when I got to Holman, I was pleased to find it unplowed. So I headed up the hill, figuring that at the first house I'd take off the snowshoes and walk home, but instead I took the access road through an undeveloped lot and back into the woods, joining back up with the trail near where the backyard snowmobile trail comes in, and home from there. This was a lot like a killer stairclimber workout.