I have to start today’s training pronto, because I’ve got a coaching student showing up for a lesson here in a little bit…meaning I have to get all of my second-day training completed ASAP.
Yesterday’s workout was a good one, even though I didn’t feel extraordinarily strong in the gym. I did manage to do a problem I couldn’t do before, so that was cool. Then, when I came inside after the session to start my training, I got this wave of total exhaustion—not soreness, just a sense of fatigue. I took a moment to self-evaluate, and thought, “Well, I’ll just eat a Clif Bar, and start the workout, and just see if I don’t get a second wind.” About 30 minutes into it, it was apparent that I did indeed have a second wind, as I proceeded to post great improvements over last Saturday’s power training, inching closer and closer to that one-arm pull-up goal of mine. I’m so excited by the prospect; it’s still a ways away, but I am making measureable gains and I really do believe it will happen this year, now. So exciting!
I had a night of sleep that can only be described as weird and interrupted—not by anything external, but by my mind apparently making an effort to sort out the final episodes of the first season of The Wire, which I finished watching last night. Usually television shows and movies don’t creep into my dreams, but this time, this one did, and I found myself plunked into the middle of a similar and quite scary scenario with all of the criminal characters from the show. Very weird. I did sleep from before 10 to a little after 7, so even with two startling wake-up interruptions, I did get plenty of shuteye for today, I think.
But I am off to train—gotta work those hand and opposing muscles now!
