OK, implemented my revised 'back' st workout. Tried these new plank bent-over rows. Outta sight.
Bench bent-over rows,
then the plank bent-over rows,
then t-bar bent-over rows,
and I'm ready to power a Viking ship to the New World with Leif Erickson. A few of the new suspension strap exercises bombed, but the strap pikes kicked my a$$, mos' definitely. Glad I was alone in my garage while I fumbled through the new exercises, free of embarrassment.
Earlier, I went to Dick's Sporting Goods to finally check out the adjustable kettlebell there. Nah, I'll pass. I tried a few exercises in-store and they felt greatly inferior to their barbell and dumbbell equivalents, and abraded my palm, and smacked the top of my forearm. Get out of my face. My just-turned-two son had fun punching the heavy bag there though. Now I'm trying to figure out a way to make space in the garage for one of those. I gave my old one away to my 6'6" 16-year-old nephew, but lately I've been feeling the need to punch and kick a bit too. Nothing better than kicking a dumb helpless bag for 'core' work.
No post-st micro-runs these last few weeks. Still, managed to top 20 miles mpw for the second week in a row. Pat on back. My feet are already itching for today's run. All this talk of gravel gets me going. Probably will be another back-n-forth in the Fairgrounds, with special emphasis on that sh!tty section of mild deteriorating chipseal and debris, as temps will be below freezing for all of this week's runs. I want dry. Next weekend's forecast, mid 40s. Yippee. Will I walk away with the (my self-invented) Winter Challenge's sub-freezing prize? Will Barefoot Bob surpass me in a single day? I dunno. With all this talk of racing I want to win something.
I don't know how many more Midwestern winters I can take. Unless you're farming and can take advantage of the rich top soil, is there really any reason to live here? At least I don't have it as bad as the Winter Pagans.
Nick, don't give up. My half-baked rec: spend a month or two just walking barefoot. I think walking can be very therapeutic. Also, calf-raises, calf-raises, calf-raises.
Scedastic, you slay me.
Happy Bird Song, you inspire me.
Dutchie, you make me feel like a southerner.
Spiderweb62, you fill me with envy.