Day 1
Why does this day have to suck so amazingly hard? Could be the four near solid weeks I’ve taken off to indulge in wings and brew. Why do I do this to myself?! The way I’m going to tackle this workout is as such, a breakdown of the overall time into intervals. The first interval is also the easiest, a six-one split with upper body, aerobic, and lower body. Rinse and repeat. Pretty simply I guess. If my body is feeling limber enough, then I’ll move onto the next interval, which I’ll describe once I’m there.
As with any regimented training session, the first thing that must go is a lousy diet. Not that what I was eating was lousy, per se, but in essence, "you are what you eat," in true cliche fashion. I’m not a very picky eater, which makes this far easier than for others I imagine, so I’ve stocked the fridge with top sirloin and boneless skinless chicken breast from wally world. My job sucks for maintaining a consistent schedule, so I’ve also grabbed a bunch of meal replacing bars. I’ll be using the lower sugar detour bars for this go.
Here we are, day one. The alarm sounds, and instantly I am met with impulse. That first day jitters of going back to school, a job interview, and a first date all rolled into one rushing instant. Sure makes getting out of bed a little easier. I’m not going to be using any sort of supplementation until the second interval at least. If I can get on the bike, I want to get my balance before racing down the track. I use pure egg white by the half gallon from my local Max muscle. I’m not endorsing products by the by, the referencing what I used for this little trial. Approximately 6 eggs and a V8. Out the door. The first day is an early one due to work, up and running before the moon even sets.
Through out the day, I am eating canned tuna mixed with V8 and spiced with habanero sauces. It’s a little treat that’s light, and keeps the metabolism trucking. Once the feasting settles, about an hour or so, I take to the gym. This in itself is a test, due to a foot injury two weeks ago. At about the midway point of a 5 mile loop run, a quick pop let me know that I had just bit it pretty hard across the top of my left foot. It didn’t hurt at the time, but three days later, it was swoll like a grapefruit. The flight surgeon gave me a thumbs up yesterday, and so 3.5 miles later, I’m still feeling it. Not too bad. I rock out the rest of my workout as follows:
Incline Fly
Incline Press
Floor Wipers
Pull ups
Pull overs
My chest is screaming, and my arms are whimpering. Not a bad day afterall. Incline press with the dumbells was maxed at 75lbs. for sets of six. Can’t really complain. We’ll see what tomorrow brings
-BG
