My mind is all over the place today. I didn’t blog earlier in the week because I didn’t feel like I had anything positive to say, and now today I feel like I have too many topics to cover. I have three workouts to review and one CRAZY dream. Hold on to your hats.
I’m one of those people that sometimes remembers their dreams. And sometimes only for a few brief moments right when I wake up. Today, I didn’t remember my dream until I got to work. I was in the middle of a conversation with my officemate/Duluth-motherly-advice-designee when it suddenly hit me. Oh my goodness, I had a dream last night that I killed my baby! The first thing out of her mouth, “oh, that’s totally normal.” Eh? Then she said, “well, you didn’t like (makes the Psycho giant knife stabbing motion)?” NO, Jeez! I just delivered the tiniest, most perfect little baby and then left it in its crib while I went out to dinner with my mom. But, before I left I made sure to make sure he/she/it was super comfy. So I swaddled the crap out of it. I really don’t understand why babies like that. It makes me think of Temple Grandin and her squeeze machine.
Great movie if you haven’t seen it yet. Notice that a cow…not a horse ; )
I’ve always heard that babies like to be wrapped tight, so that’s what I did. The only problem was that I also wrapped the blankies over he/she’s mouth and nose. Oops. And then I left it there all evening and overnight. When I came back, the poor little thing reached up a blue, lifeless hand in its last dying effort and then expired. Poor baby. Maybe it was a sign? A sign that I am way too self-absorbed to bring another life into this world? Or maybe it was just a crazy dream. I did watch Alice in Wonderland before I went to be last night ; ) I fell asleep half way through though. I was beat after my workout.
A cute baby picture…just so no one starts thinking I’m a crazed baby killer. I love babies…Love them!
Last night was another squat workout. I did 5×3 at 185 again. I finally felt good during this lift. I felt like I was controlling the weight instead of it controlling me. I was even able to really focus on getting good depth instead of just worrying about being able to get back up. Afterwards I was supposed to do some “light” RDL’s and reverse hyper. I was very happy not to have to push hard considering that my back was still sore from Monday’s deadlift workout. It’s funny how light weight never really feels light to me though. Even though I KNOW I could lift a lot more, 155 still felt heavy on the deadlifts and 50 pounds still felt heavy on reverse hyper. Oh well, I tried.
This morning, I was back at it at 6:30 for another bench workout. Tuesday’s bench workout was not the greatest so I was hoping this morning would go a lot better. Tuesday I was supposed to do 5×3 at 135. I did okay on the first few sets, but I started crapping out around the 3rd set. I knew that was going to happen though. I was nervous about doing that many reps at 135. I mentioned that to a friend before my lift and he warned me. “The weight is like a dog….it can smell fear.” That is likely one of the corniest things I’ve heard in a while, but it is SO true. If you’re not super confident you can get it…..you don’t have a prayer. And I wasn’t, so I didn’t. I finished off Tuesday’s workout with some pull ups and dips and called it a day. This morning I did close grip bench 5×3 at 115. I expected this to be easy since I’ve done 3×6 at 125 plenty of times. The weight was easy, but for some reason it was really straining my shoulder. By the end of the sets, my shoulder was actually hurting. Ugh, the last thing I need right now. I finally starting to feel better after this mother of all colds, and now I hurt my shoulder???? WTF? I kept waiting for it to fade, but it kept aching through my floor bench and rows. I was supposed to do dips too, but I just threw in the towel.
Five hours later…my shoulder is feeling better and I’m really hoping the weekend off will get me back in the game!! I’ll just make the bf carry the tree tomorrow ; )