Almost Magical

Monday was one of those days I was anticipating. The pool was back up. Not only that, but I was planning on getting up a little early and doing a short run. So I had my sights on three workouts for the day: a run, a swim, and weights at Plate City.

I rolled out of bed like I always don't want to, put my clothes on, and made it out the door. The dark enveloped me like a glove. I started my Garmin and my old man shuffle at the same time. The Garmin worked flawlessly. My legs, not so much. I was slow and awkward, but I delighted in the darkness, the solitude, the early birds singing, announcing a new day given by God. I did a paltry 1.4 miles but felt like a champ as I went inside to get my bath, breakfast, and prepare for the work day.

After work, I changed clothes, got my swim bag, and went with eagerness to the pool. Once there, I waded in and began stretching until I saw Robert and Watson come in bearing big boxed of chemicals. 

"Are y'all going to kill me?" I asked.

"We will if you don't get out."

"Really?"

"Really. You have to get out."

So three workouts for one day was now only a failed plan. But that gave me time to go home and hang out with CC. Then Trevor showed up for bench day. On the flat bench, I pushed

20 X 45
15 X 95
10 X 115
8 X 140
5 X 150
5 X 150
5 X 150

On the incline, I pushed

13 X 95
10 X 105
8 X 115
6 X 120

For the Swim Pull, I did 

30 X 28
20 X 31.6
15 X 36.6
12 X 39.6
12 X 41.1
10 X 42.6

I also did some squats. Certainly I am too prideful to reveal the numbers on that. Suffice to say that I am getting stronger in the legs which are a physical deficiency of mine.

So it was still a good training day. Not the three-headed monster I yearned for, but there is still time for that in the future, Lord willing. 

Thank you, Jesus, for the lovely morning on the road and the solid day of training.