Leg day is even less fun with a torn ACL.
You’d think I’d use this as an excuse to skip it.
If I weren’t scared of my leg totally atrophying I wouldn’t bother with legs. But I am. So we did it. Yes, Vegas even came to the gym with me.
Who’s ready to start 2016 out right with a workout?
I know, I know… it’s cliche.
I’m going with a workout post not because I’m jumping on the resolution bandwagon, but because I workout almost every day. Why should that change in the new year?
What is different is that I’m doing more cardio
and drinking less beer. I made a promise to myself at the beginning of December that I’d lose a little of the newly wed fluff in the second year of marriage. That second year just happens to start January 2nd!
The family workouts continue!
There’s something especially satisfying about making your loved ones hurt.
We’re wrapping up some loose ends this week in Atlanta. I’m still enjoying my time at home and loving mom’s new digs.
We had a fun workout yesterday in her gym. She said I worked her harder than any of the trainers she’s worked with. Mwhahahah! Here’s what we did:
I have chicken legs.
I’d skip leg day every time if I could… but I don’t.
In my defense, my legs have made some huge improvements over the past few years. HUGE thanks to my Atlanta trainer for
torturing helping me with a great leg workout nearly every Monday for 3 years.
But now I’m on my own in San Diego. I need motivational help… so I turned to clothes. Those Nike Pro shorts I picked up at DICK’s make my quads feel better. (Ok, not really… but I get excited to wear them to the gym.)
My birthday DICK’s Sporting Goods gift card has been well-used. Their layout makes it all-too-easy to find alllll the things. I even got a new sports bra, which is basically unheard of for me. (Side note: this Nike sports bra is the best sports bra I’ve purchased since I got boobs.)
It’s no secret that bicep day is my favorite.
My trainer says it because I’m a “dude.”
When I needed to drag myself back to the gym after 2 weeks in Greece, the most appealing workout to me was my favorite – biceps and triceps.
This workout was just what I needed – challenging and focused on the muscles I wasn’t able to work while I was away. I think most of these moves are self-explanatory. In case you aren’t familiar with it, this is what an EZ bar looks like:
I’m learning not to make blanket statements.
Ever so slowly.
The whole “never dating again” thing. Refusing to waste money on a Christmas tree. Thinking seafood is gross.
The mornings I moaned I’m never drinking again!” Thinking my shoulders are too big. I take it all back
These days I can’t grow my shoulders fast enough. It’s hard to believe that in high school I refused to wear tank tops because I thought I had “linebacker” shoulders.
Bro day is my favorite.
Most of the time.
It becomes my least favorite when the reps get high. Only Jesse could make biceps suck… high reps are not my friend.
Let’s back up to the fact that I’m wearing color. Lorna Jane sent over these amazing clothes for me to check out and – admittedly – I balked at the orange. Until I put it on. This top is so awesome that I’ve added more to my holiday fit list….
Who loves leg day?
Leg day is my least favorite. It’s why I always do it with my trainer. He pushes me harder than I would push myself, and it’s like a mini-therapy session. My least favorite thing in the WORLD are Hack Squats. I’s rather do 25 reps of something (I also hate volume) than do Hacks.
Because misery loves company, I brought along my baby sister, Madison. If you have siblings, you know that everything is a competition. I won. Not only did she admit that I’m stronger, but we also compared butts.
31 year old vs. 23 year old butt. Just sayin’…
Sometimes there’s no shame in staying in bed half the day.
Especially when the last couple of weeks have been chaos!
Last Monday I depicted pre-conference life. This Monday is recovery life. Marvelous recovery. Recovery life started with sleep. Since I couldn’t take pictures of that, we’ll pick up with the wakeful part of the weekend.
Growing can be fun.
It can also be scary.
Some days I feel powerful. I go to the gym, lift heavy stuff… decide to be a ninja….