This saying resonates with me for a couple of reasons right now. The obvious reason - Scott and I just made the most significant commitment two people can make to one another. But if you think about it, it's also applicable to nearly every positive endeavor in a person's lifetime.
After two solid weeks of no real, structured workouts (a few hikes were thrown into the mix, but mostly it was relaxation to the max), this morning was ROUGH. Not to mention the fact that we had gotten used to sleeping 9+ hours a night on the honeymoon, only to be rudely jolted back into our six-hours-on-a-good-night reality. Oh, and last night was not a "good night"; King got up 2:00 a.m. and then again at 2:30 a.m., and the carbon monoxide detector that has been on the fritz for the better part of a year due to our laziness started screeching at 3:00 a.m., and then the coffee started brewing on schedule at 3:45 a.m.
Commitment is definitely a choice, and it doesn't always seem like the best choice when the alternative is sleep - make it anyway.
We started with a few minutes of jump rope, followed by a warmup of stretching, mountain climbers, planks, v-sit ups, downward dog, upward dog, etc.
We then moved onto front squats. The goal was to find a weight heavy enough to be a good challenge, but realistic enough to complete a reverse ladder starting with 9 reps. I warmed up with 4 sets of 5 reps of the bar (45 lbs), then 65 lbs, then 85 lbs, and finally 95 lbs.
My work sets looked like this:
100 lbs x 9
105 lbs x 7
110 lbs x 4
115 lbs x 2 (Front Squat PR!! Wooohooo!)
We completed the workout with a Kettlebell Thruster and Toes to Bar Met-Con circuit.
|And then from dead hang, to half way....|
|to toes-to-bar (aka: ripped-up hands).|
Does anyone else feel like it should be Friday already??