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Valkyrie Report: undead edition
Oct. 27th, 2012 11:24 pmSunday: 8 hours dayjob.
Monday: 1 hour yoga, climbing.
Tuesday: Weights. I added 5 pounds to my dead lift and subtracted 5 pounds from my pull-up assist. I also did Bulgarian split squats, even though we hates them, precious. 4 hours dayjob.
Wednesday: Sloth and more sloth.
Thursday: 4 hours dayjob.
Friday: 1.5 miles jogging. I actually jogged the whole way, with no walking intervals. This is amazing. 4 hours dayjob, but at least 1.5 of those hours were spent trying to catch a stray dog who was running around our parking lot. (We eventually succeeded.)
Saturday: Zombie obstacle course. This was not the grand Run For Your Lives event that I'm training for, but a local gym'sknock off loving homage. The trail was longer (at least 4 miles, if not 4.5), but there were fewer zombies, fewer obstacles, and no mud. Obstacles included wheelbarrows and/or dragging our partners, carrying a 15 lb bag of sand* for 3/4ths of the way, zombie target practice, and carrying an additional load of bricks and a 2x4 the final leg. We didn't win, but neither were we last, and most importantly, I didn't die.**
* Supposedly we were carrying food to the safe zone. I think there would have been more pathos in having to transport flour-sack babies to the safe zone. And the babies might not have bled sand down my bra.
** I outran all the zombies. I learned later that my partner got tagged, but didn't tell anyone. So we would have eventually gone on to infect the safe zone and destroy the last attempt at saving humanity. Score!
Monday: 1 hour yoga, climbing.
Tuesday: Weights. I added 5 pounds to my dead lift and subtracted 5 pounds from my pull-up assist. I also did Bulgarian split squats, even though we hates them, precious. 4 hours dayjob.
Wednesday: Sloth and more sloth.
Thursday: 4 hours dayjob.
Friday: 1.5 miles jogging. I actually jogged the whole way, with no walking intervals. This is amazing. 4 hours dayjob, but at least 1.5 of those hours were spent trying to catch a stray dog who was running around our parking lot. (We eventually succeeded.)
Saturday: Zombie obstacle course. This was not the grand Run For Your Lives event that I'm training for, but a local gym's
* Supposedly we were carrying food to the safe zone. I think there would have been more pathos in having to transport flour-sack babies to the safe zone. And the babies might not have bled sand down my bra.
** I outran all the zombies. I learned later that my partner got tagged, but didn't tell anyone. So we would have eventually gone on to infect the safe zone and destroy the last attempt at saving humanity. Score!
