I had an absolutely fantastic weekend. Maria was away with friends both Friday and Saturday. I tried to have some people over on Saturday but plans fell apart. It might sound like I'm complaining, but I swear I'm not!
I had some alone time, watched some movies, worked 10 hours on Saturday (which wasn't as bad as it sounds) and did my work outs. Generally, I was either too busy, too relaxed, or too tired to really care about anything else. Had my friends come over on Saturday I might have fallen asleep with them here.
I've been sore and generally fatigued lately from my work outs. I know that a work out is supposed to (according to experts and crazy people) give you more energy and while that may be true it doesn't also give me a magical ability to stop feeling sore, or cease my muscles from being worn out. Eventually I know it will become easier. Theoretically? Maybe?
I'm pushing myself rather hard, actually. I know this goes against all professional fitness advice but I believe that when I let myself go easy with my fitness regiment I tend to go too easy and stop altogether. I honestly think that I have to push myself to where I think my limit is and then go at least one step beyond before I feel satisfied with what I'm doing. Is this good? I have no idea. All I know is that despite the general body aches, I feel awesome and I'm losing size.
Sunday? Sunday I spent with Maria and a bunch of friends with a Meet Up group watching Ingmar Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage, then discussing it. Very depressing but darkly hilarious movie. The discussion afterwards was lively but we had to bow out relatively early to come back and make sure the dogs were doing okay. It was a good time - I enjoyed the people and the new experience.
Really, it was a fantastic weekend. Looking back I couldn't point out any one thing but I enjoyed my "me" time and I enjoyed spending time with friends. I think it was generally a good balance. Even at work it was nice to get to see some of the huge dogs. Heh. A European Great Dane named "Bob," for example, whose name is too short for his size.
How was your weekend?
I had some alone time, watched some movies, worked 10 hours on Saturday (which wasn't as bad as it sounds) and did my work outs. Generally, I was either too busy, too relaxed, or too tired to really care about anything else. Had my friends come over on Saturday I might have fallen asleep with them here.
I've been sore and generally fatigued lately from my work outs. I know that a work out is supposed to (according to experts and crazy people) give you more energy and while that may be true it doesn't also give me a magical ability to stop feeling sore, or cease my muscles from being worn out. Eventually I know it will become easier. Theoretically? Maybe?
I'm pushing myself rather hard, actually. I know this goes against all professional fitness advice but I believe that when I let myself go easy with my fitness regiment I tend to go too easy and stop altogether. I honestly think that I have to push myself to where I think my limit is and then go at least one step beyond before I feel satisfied with what I'm doing. Is this good? I have no idea. All I know is that despite the general body aches, I feel awesome and I'm losing size.
Sunday? Sunday I spent with Maria and a bunch of friends with a Meet Up group watching Ingmar Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage, then discussing it. Very depressing but darkly hilarious movie. The discussion afterwards was lively but we had to bow out relatively early to come back and make sure the dogs were doing okay. It was a good time - I enjoyed the people and the new experience.
Really, it was a fantastic weekend. Looking back I couldn't point out any one thing but I enjoyed my "me" time and I enjoyed spending time with friends. I think it was generally a good balance. Even at work it was nice to get to see some of the huge dogs. Heh. A European Great Dane named "Bob," for example, whose name is too short for his size.
How was your weekend?