Today I went to yoga in the morning (I’m becoming an addict… uh oh) then went and did some work until our strength/conditioning workout, which was tough. Yoga is nice; it brings me back to my ballet days, and it leaves me feeling SO much better afterwards. Anyway, for S+C, we were told to expect a really tough day since we don’t train hard on Saturdays. We did a jogging warmup, then we did strength:
Back squats, 5×5
(35lb bar warmup)
After strength, we went on to conditioning. We did two six-minute “metcon” workouts, which from what I can tell, is some kind of special S+C coach lingo for “try to make your athletes puke.”
First 6-min round:
2 air squats, 2 pullups
4 air squats, 4 pullups
6 air squats, 6 pullups
[and so on]
I got to midway through my set of twelve pullups.
After this, we got a 2 minute break, then we went outside where we ran sprints/jogged back to the line (20 sec jog) for six minutes. It was tough. I thought I was going to throw up. Yayyy?
I needed a mental break today so J and I went down to Balboa Park to see the Instruments of Torture exhibit at the Museum of Man. That may not sound like much of a mental break, but it was nice to spend some time with him because he’s as nerdy as I am in his own way. Not a single discussion of BJJ was had, which was absolutely awesome. We did, however, see some (real!) Egyptian mummies, Iron Maidens, stocks, guillotines, two racks, a pear of anguish, a head crusher, chastity belts, Mayan stellae, and a Japanese friendship garden.
It was a really nice way to spend the afternoon but it was a little chilly. Now I’m pretty exhausted, so I may go to sleep early. I am such an old person, but I don’t even mind. Tomorrow I think I’m going to go wander in the canyon by myself… I’ve been quite introverted lately, I’m not sure what’s up. I’ve just needed to be inside my head, I guess, or maybe I’ve just been preferring to be around people that don’t demand a lot from me emotionally. I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching, but I’ve not come to any conclusions at this point. Mostly I’m just going, hoping that something will click and start to make sense.