Oh hey, it’s been over a week since I wrote. I’ve been keeping up my usual workout schedule, lifting MWF, cardio TTh, fighting W, and a long run on Sunday. If nothing else, at least I have these habits.
Today was a cardio day and I hopped on the treadmill feeling kind of tired from deadlifts last night and not quite over the 6miler on Sunday. But somehow I found the energy to bang out 3.2 miles in 30 minutes so that was all right. My quads are a little upset and pulling on my knees like they always do when they’re tight.
I’ve been doing my GZCLP at home some days and my husband is finally back in the weight room with me – he hadn’t lifted since last year! He’s pretty detrained but still wanted to jump back in with heavy squats, and then was so sad when he was super DOMS for days afterwards. Lesson learned? Probably not.
I spent most of the weekend working on armor. I have a ton to do yet, but at least I cut out the upper legs from the giant sheet of Kydex (never imagined that I’d be learning about working thermoplastics for SCA), cleaned up the steel knees and elbows, and got most of the sewing of my arming belt done. We’re waiting on the padding for my helm to arrive, it was on backorder. The armorer who is making my chest has promised to get back to me this week about measurements. So that leaves gorget (neck) and upper arms still to sort out.
And, finally, work is still stupid. It’s a good thing I get my workout done first thing in the morning, because at least that way I can start my day feeling like I’ve accomplished something.
Running While Fat 
My husband does the same thing. We haven’t lifted in months and he wants to pick up where he left off. Then he either has terrible DOMS or worse yet injures himself.
So far, lesson not learned.