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Apr. 6th, 2015 10:30 amI'm behind so this will have to be quick...
Gym: (girlfriend and gym stuff)
Discovered not to my very surprise that running nonstop is a ton harder than this run walk garbage. I made it to 30 mins 10/20 minute pace alternating every 2 minutes with no ill effects so it was time to try the 15 minute run. I SUCKED at the 15 minute run - I stopped at minute 13 (slowed to 20 min mile pace for a min). I think I could have made it but did not mind bailing...I wouldn't be able to just up and do 2 10-min miles in 2 days I'm sure. So, now it's really time to revisit whether I want to train up to 3 ten-minute miles again and what that means for rehab. Do I "rehab" to go beyond where I started when I don't care much about running?
While I was failing the girl ran 8 miles...she's a fucking machine! True to my fb post about how hard working people seem to call themselves lazy, she thinks her runs are poor or no big deal. I guess that attitude is why she's so good at them.
Similar subject, yesterday we hit the gym together for the first time. She hadn't done squats before, but with no real issue dove into real squats with real weights up to plates...really impressive for a first time. I thought she was strong - now I have measurable proof. It's funny to be trying to teach, observe, and spot at the same time while this other part of my brain is going "Dude, she's a total fucking badass."
So labral stuff again:
No problems in fact I've turned some sort of a corner. I'm still stiff and impaired / not flexible since the surgery, but I've made slow but steady gains while...something just changed. I used to have problems stretching because it hurt so bad my body would jerk uncontrollably to protect the injured area. Now when I stretch it feels more like a regular stretch...just the pain of stretching, perhaps still more than normal, but without my body freaking and trying to jerk around to protect the hip. It still takes some patience and mental work to keep from jumping sometimes, but as I'm stretching daily it's getting easier almost every time. Right now the growth curve is on a steeper slope. The difference in my hips/legs flexibility is noticeable, but not very much anymore.
Squats... I programmed to start slow, but as my flexibility increased I felt like I was way, way under my ability. So instead of doing the 145 squat I programmed, I did...5? at 185. I think the key issue is my hips were able to reach parallel without jerking around in pain. So I did 185 and...it was easy peasy. Now all I have to do is wait out today and see if there is any hip-joint fallout. It's looking good, which means...well I have to program a slow recovery and not overdo it but that the return to actual weight squats isn't unimaginably far away. So I have to add in a pinch of mental discipline to not get hungry and start taking risks.
House
Wrote the contractor a bit direct on the point I was losing money every month for not being able to live there. He responded with an update on the permitting process, showing he was both working on the project here and there and the permits were still being pursued. I also looked up my permits online (surprised to see how easy that was to do) and found the parking pad he added in? He had to do that to get the zoning approved. The main electrical lines are already into the house and each box - sadly the old electric box is not in use (maybe it wasn't up to code).
The girl had some good ideas about the place - noted there wasn't really a good reason to have the iron stairs to the top floor from the back, and how easy it would be to remove them, plus how much space and light that would open in the yard. She also noted a neighbor's place where the parking pad is outside the fence, much easier than opening the gate when you want to park and far cheaper than an auto-gate.
Sadly, as noted in facebook, she isn't a big fan of the living room pinball machine. She doesn't seem to understand how odd the naked mannequins will look without it.
Sat we took a night for us and hit "Russia House" for a night of mafia enjoyment. Seriously, the place looks like a converted embassy, is indeed staffed by russians, but...is inexplicable. It's so dark, the wood furniture and trim everywhere, the heavy burgundy drapes, the tiny rooms, burly doorman...besides leading to a warm vodka infused date night, it felt like another luxurious but potentially deadly adventure. No room for kosak dancing that I saw, but there may be secret passages...
As a last happy note that I don't think translates well, last night after doing the gym and showing she's squatastic, we went straight to bardo to drink while still in gym clothes. The place is hilarious, with an automated dishwasher...outside (nothing lifts my heart like watching white people wash dishes) and still-delicious beer. Sure, raging hipster heaven, but there were happy dogs and happy people running around, and it felt like we were camping. It was so fun...not entirely sure why it felt so good but still basking in that feeling.
Gym: (girlfriend and gym stuff)
Discovered not to my very surprise that running nonstop is a ton harder than this run walk garbage. I made it to 30 mins 10/20 minute pace alternating every 2 minutes with no ill effects so it was time to try the 15 minute run. I SUCKED at the 15 minute run - I stopped at minute 13 (slowed to 20 min mile pace for a min). I think I could have made it but did not mind bailing...I wouldn't be able to just up and do 2 10-min miles in 2 days I'm sure. So, now it's really time to revisit whether I want to train up to 3 ten-minute miles again and what that means for rehab. Do I "rehab" to go beyond where I started when I don't care much about running?
While I was failing the girl ran 8 miles...she's a fucking machine! True to my fb post about how hard working people seem to call themselves lazy, she thinks her runs are poor or no big deal. I guess that attitude is why she's so good at them.
Similar subject, yesterday we hit the gym together for the first time. She hadn't done squats before, but with no real issue dove into real squats with real weights up to plates...really impressive for a first time. I thought she was strong - now I have measurable proof. It's funny to be trying to teach, observe, and spot at the same time while this other part of my brain is going "Dude, she's a total fucking badass."
So labral stuff again:
No problems in fact I've turned some sort of a corner. I'm still stiff and impaired / not flexible since the surgery, but I've made slow but steady gains while...something just changed. I used to have problems stretching because it hurt so bad my body would jerk uncontrollably to protect the injured area. Now when I stretch it feels more like a regular stretch...just the pain of stretching, perhaps still more than normal, but without my body freaking and trying to jerk around to protect the hip. It still takes some patience and mental work to keep from jumping sometimes, but as I'm stretching daily it's getting easier almost every time. Right now the growth curve is on a steeper slope. The difference in my hips/legs flexibility is noticeable, but not very much anymore.
Squats... I programmed to start slow, but as my flexibility increased I felt like I was way, way under my ability. So instead of doing the 145 squat I programmed, I did...5? at 185. I think the key issue is my hips were able to reach parallel without jerking around in pain. So I did 185 and...it was easy peasy. Now all I have to do is wait out today and see if there is any hip-joint fallout. It's looking good, which means...well I have to program a slow recovery and not overdo it but that the return to actual weight squats isn't unimaginably far away. So I have to add in a pinch of mental discipline to not get hungry and start taking risks.
House
Wrote the contractor a bit direct on the point I was losing money every month for not being able to live there. He responded with an update on the permitting process, showing he was both working on the project here and there and the permits were still being pursued. I also looked up my permits online (surprised to see how easy that was to do) and found the parking pad he added in? He had to do that to get the zoning approved. The main electrical lines are already into the house and each box - sadly the old electric box is not in use (maybe it wasn't up to code).
The girl had some good ideas about the place - noted there wasn't really a good reason to have the iron stairs to the top floor from the back, and how easy it would be to remove them, plus how much space and light that would open in the yard. She also noted a neighbor's place where the parking pad is outside the fence, much easier than opening the gate when you want to park and far cheaper than an auto-gate.
Sadly, as noted in facebook, she isn't a big fan of the living room pinball machine. She doesn't seem to understand how odd the naked mannequins will look without it.
Sat we took a night for us and hit "Russia House" for a night of mafia enjoyment. Seriously, the place looks like a converted embassy, is indeed staffed by russians, but...is inexplicable. It's so dark, the wood furniture and trim everywhere, the heavy burgundy drapes, the tiny rooms, burly doorman...besides leading to a warm vodka infused date night, it felt like another luxurious but potentially deadly adventure. No room for kosak dancing that I saw, but there may be secret passages...
As a last happy note that I don't think translates well, last night after doing the gym and showing she's squatastic, we went straight to bardo to drink while still in gym clothes. The place is hilarious, with an automated dishwasher...outside (nothing lifts my heart like watching white people wash dishes) and still-delicious beer. Sure, raging hipster heaven, but there were happy dogs and happy people running around, and it felt like we were camping. It was so fun...not entirely sure why it felt so good but still basking in that feeling.
