|Not hurting, Just |
complaining a little.
Saturday is a big day for me. It's my D-day. It was April 16 of last year when I had my surgery and was diagnosed with cancer. It's hard to believe that it's only been a year. So much has changed. I'm working on an anniversary post in my head, and I'll try to have it up by the weekend. There's a lot to digest.
Yesterday's workout wasn't the greatest. I spent a long time in the gym, almost an hour and a half, but it felt like I hardly got anything done. I worked on lower body and core yesterday. I like those exercises, but want to keep them as far from my long weekend runs as possible. Increased the weight on squats, straight leg dead lifts, and lunges. I'm also working on widening my grip on the lat pull downs. My sides are pretty blubbery under my arms and I want to build up some muscle under there. I'm getting better at the hanging leg raises for my lower abs, and found a crunch with a twist that really burns. The belly is a long way from washboard status, but it is nice to feel something working under there.
|The last time I shivered in|
Mrs P wants to go out for dinner tonight. She deserves it, after all her tender nursing last night. Maybe we'll find a place that serves chicken soup, you know, just in case.