My gym schedule is bound to be disrupted this week: work holiday party today, workshop rest of the week– so I wanted to get a good, solid workout in. My training app prescribed 6×200 sprints today, and on top of that I stacked a set of barbell complexes. Butt, kicked!
I went to the gym early today, too. Since I brought a fancy dessert in for the party and didn’t trust myself with it on the train, I drove, so I had to be out the door by 6. I was at the office a little before 7, but my computer was broken and I couldn’t work. So, gym time! (It’s fixed now, thankfully.)
First, the sprints. I warmed up with 5 minutes jogging, then got to it. My tracker completely failed at dealing with the faster speeds, but I ran the fast intervals at 9’00" or faster– there were 6 of those, with 1:30 slow running rests in between. The last interval was brutal.
And right after that, time for barbell complexes, 55lb again.. So hey, the long sets are much harder when I’m already cardio tired! I was gasping after the 6, 5 and 4 rep sets. There were a bunch of people I didn’t know in the weight room, and I felt kind of weird being totally wrecked by these quick, light sets with a bunch of random dudebros in there.