Running 17:30 [3]
ahr:155 max:175 rhr:44 slept:7.0 shoes: Saucony Cohesion
Back on the wagon again! Made the error of lending Valentin my bike, and so had to job to the gym this morning. Heart rate maybe slightly higher than expected, but aside from a couple of gunky coughs felt fine apart from that. Lovely morning, really warm by half seven and a clear blue sky!
Strength 51:02 [3]
ahr:127 max:182 rhr:44 slept:7.0 shoes: Saucony Cohesion
Back to the gym for strength stuff. When I sped up on warm up heart rate was higher than it should have been, which explains the 182, so still not 100%. Did the session as below - felt a little bit slow motion, guess that's what happens after a week of doing nothing.
Power clean mid thigh 32.5kg 4 x 5 (Struggling a little with the shrug, maybe from rucksac carrying all weekend)
Push press 27.5kg 4 x 5
OH Squat 22.5kg 4 x 5
Front pull down 22.5kg 3 x 10
BB Roll outs 3 x 10 - ouch!
Good work out and no more green goo. Ace.
Running 23:22 [3]
ahr:167 max:187 rhr:44 slept:7.0 shoes: Saucony Cohesion
Run into work from the gym. Heart rate slightly high but feeling fine. Another good night's sleep and should be right as rain I think. Gorgeous running through Princes Street Gardens in the sunshine, hope it stays like that!
Running 20:38 [3]
ahr:149 max:174 shoes: Saucony Cohesion
Run back from George Square post an afternoon in the dark in neuroscience.
Note to self: Don't lend cute french boys your bike.
Running 19:52 [3]
ahr:159 max:182 shoes: Saucony Cohesion
Unsurprisingly feeling a bit tired by the time it got to coming home! Spent twenty minutes agonising over the choice between straighter home with hills or longer flatter way. In the end I think it agonised for longer than it took me to run home, having decided to go shorter hillier way. Luckily Jesse called me for a gossip at the top of the biggest hill so I snuck a cheeky rest in. Chest not tight on the hills, feeling much better by the time I got home, even motored pretty quickly up the hills. Got the bike back too, yes for two wheels.
Note
Why can I not go to them gym at the moment without it being inhabited by a single annoying gym stereotype? Today's was a big muscly type, mid fourties, obsessed with massively exagerrated labour style rhythmic breathing. Single leg squats with the women's bar = crazy exertion noises despite a rather pathetic number of reps. Stretching a calf = cheek puffing and loud "relaxation" exhale. Bent over row with the worst bent back I have ever seen = noises on the edge of full blown lung explosion. Then a woman walks in, sets of 20 full squats with 50kg, and there's nothing but a little grimace. Grimaces are fine, we like grimaces. Full blown ante natal clinic histrionics, not necessary! Please!