Big sexy lifts: I added a rep of heavy bench press today, going from 6 to 7 at 115lb, and followed that with another 10 at 95lb. My spotter J was there to see me making the most horrible contorted faces to get to 7, but whatever. Squats were unusually hard; I made it through 2 sets of 10 at 105lb but I felt like my form was suffering– it was hard to keep my back up and my knees over my feet. (Also kind of roaring like a lion to make the last few reps.) Deadlifts were good though, 2 sets of 10 at 115lb felt pretty easy and my hands stood up to it; I’ll pop another 5 or 10lb on next time.
All that plus my usual dumbbell stuff and core work and that was plenty. Mountain climbers on the ball are getting easier; I no longer want to die after 15. Hip flexors, please be nice and keep getting stronger, ok?
I still wish I had time to take a walk or something in the evenings. Some days I can manage it, probably (days when it’s not my turn to cook) but really, it’s just another thing on the pile. (Where is this urge to do more, more, more coming from? What level of activity will finally be satisfying?)