Another Brain Dump -- on Sunday

I am supposed to be reading lectures right now in advance of my final Fitness Psych test tonight.

And when done with those, I should be reading 3 chapters in my Exercise Physiology text.

Instead, I am dumping more brain muck on you.

Enjoy!

Because of the lower back pain I’ve been having during hamstring work, I have to find ways to do said hamstring work without initiating back pain. So far, the solution seems to be a faster rep speed. Pulling up quickly from Romanian deadlifts today seemed to be helpful. Except that I didn’t discover this until sets 3 and 4.

I am enthralled — translation: LOVELOVELOVE — with white potatoes right now. I love sweet potatoes, but I am still trying to figure out what foods work best for me, and I think white potatoes might do me better. Plus they’re sooooo goooood with olive oil.

It’s like 90 degrees here today. OK, so it’s only 60. But it feels WARM compared to normal. And I was very, very tempted to go for a run just because it was so warm. Except that, because of my circuit class, I haven’t had a rest day this week. And running seems to eff up my hips & hip flexors, contributing to my pelvic issues. So I did what I should always do after a leg workout instead — I foam rolled and stretched. Be proud. It’s hard to choose right sometimes.

I can’t stand the commercial for these Special K breakfast sandwiches. First, one of the women in it seems to imply that, because she didn’t work out that morning, she shouldn’t eat the sandwich. Then it’s all OK for her and she eats it anyway because the stupid thing is just 240 calories. Nevermind that it has 709 artificial and/or crappy ingredients.

I ~~spied on~~ overheard a woman at the gym today needing help with 2 different things. First, she asked a man near her to remove a 45# plate from a plate-loaded seated row. The plate was loaded at her shoulder level, so she was “sure [she] would drop it.” Then, she asked another guy to help her figure out why the cable seated row wouldn’t work for her (I glanced over and think the weight pin was disengaged). Neither of these requests was unusual, but notice who she didn’t ask — me and my female friend who was lifting with me. Even though we were both throwing barbells and plates around enough to show that we were a) strong enough to remove a 45# plate and b) knowledgeable enough to figure out the cable row problem. I’m not saying that this woman consciously thought we wouldn’t be able to help, but she clearly sought out male help when female help was present.

And now I’m going to go pretend to read slides while I actually watch Diners, Drive Ins & Dives.

For real. I’d rather fold laundry than study today.

And I’d rather clean bathrooms than fold laundry, so what’s that say?