Today started early: 7:30 am yoga class. As usual, it was nice and chill. Well, except for my boss’ boss walking in! But it turns out that she’s totally new to yoga, so it really wasn’t intimidating to twist myself up in front of the woman who signs my performance reviews– and indeed, the pressure I had was to model good form, because she was probably looking at me to see what she needed to do. These are the risks inherent to going to the gym at work.
After that, lifting time! Squats/OHP/deadlifts, 180/80/210. Yes, there’s that bodyweight deadlift! (Or close to it, anyway. If I get to 215lb next week, it’ll bracket it.) I was so excited that I went and got my camera to take a picture of the bar, but it turned out to look totally unimpressive. (I put it up on tumblr anyway.) The lift itself was not nearly as gratifying as the lead-up to it was. I did my 5 reps, barely kept my grip, and that was it. It’s funny; I got really excited about the 200lb DL, and now I’m like "enh whatever, add another 5lb". It doesn’t help that it’s a single set– I have to battle my way through 5 sets of squats so I feel like I’ve earned it, but DLs go so fast. Oh well, it’s not about my ego, it’s about getting stronger.
Now I have a couple hours to catch my breath/stress out before I give a talk this afternoon. I mean, the talk is on a topic I’ve been working on for years and I’m really excited about, and I’m giving it to a sympathetic audience (and more of a general audience than I expected, so I have to spend more time on background slides). It shouldn’t be too bad. I just hate public speaking, and yesterday I gave a casual practice talk to a coworker and it was sort of a hot mess so I need to remember to keep my head while I talk. If I can’t get it sorted for just one friendly person, how am I going to deal with a roomful?