No way I could go
After going several weeks in a row I missed Wednesday evening’s hot yoga. Yes, I am on a guilt trip for having done so. I had some very sore muscles after Tuesday’s leg and back session, and Wednesday was a rather long and tough day at work, and … oh, what I am saying? These are just excuses. I should have forced myself to go to hot yoga and pushed myself through the session, I did not have sufficient will to do so, and that was that. No excuses.
Thursday turned out to be just about as tough a day at work as Wednesday had been. Friday was much easier, which was fortunate as I really wanted to go to the gym after work and and was concerned about being worn out. I did some bench pressing, nothing earth-shattering but a decent session nonetheless: 6 x 135, 6 x 185, 4 x 205, 3 x 4 x 225, 8 x 185, 10 x 135. After the benching I took advantage of the uncrowded gym to look around and get a better idea of their equipment. One thing that disappointed me a bit is that they have only three medicine balls and, as far as I can tell, no kettlebells. For all its drawbacks the old gym was much better equipped in both respects. It’s not that I have any immediate desire to use medicine balls or kettlebells, but I’d like to have the option to use them if I so choose. I suppose it’s a minor point.
Next week will be my last week working just a couple miles from home. After that, I’ll be going to a site in Westchester just north of the Bronx line. While it’s not all that far, I’ve been there a few times in December and January, it does mean that I’ll have to deal with Expressway traffic and pay the (obscene) tolls on the Throgs Neck Bridge. Still, I don’t have much ground for complaint.