This morning, after convincing myself I had flu-like symptoms (when in reality I am likely suffering adverse effects of the construction and painting that’s been going on in my office the past few weeks), I told myself to suck it up and go to crossfit.
So I did.
– 100 medicine ball cleans (20/14)
– 100 pull-ups
– 100 sit-ups
– 100 push-ups
Medicine ball cleans took me about 8 minutes. That was hard…definitely harder than I expected.
Pull-ups took me probably–no joke–12-13 minutes. Had to scale these with bands.
Sit-ups took me probably–no joke–2-3 minutes. I was (not surprisingly) the last one to finish the pull-ups but I knew once I got to the sit-ups, I’d beat almost everyone, including the people who’d gotten a 5-minute jump start on me. And..I did.
With basic math, it is then obvious that the push-ups took me 6-8 minutes.
Crossfit was followed by breakfast at my friend’s house.
WHAT UP (unpictured) FRENCH TOAST CASSEROLE? That was said in my best Barney Stinson voice. Anyway, I couldn’t stop eating it. Oh well.
Followed by a visit with my mom and a trip to the dog park.
And those panoramic pictures (thanks iPhone 5) may not do it justice, but it was packed and Maeby was pleased.
Followed by a Skype session with Adam while I made myself dinner (turkey burgers, bacon, sautéed mushrooms, and bacon balsamic Brussels sprouts), which was great because I was able to trick him into thinking I could cook.
I love weekends.