Happy equinox, you filthy hippies. 🌞
Memo to self: hopping up and down in my seat to thrilling lightsaber fights doesn't count as cardio or contribute to my steps count. Sigh. Should've done this evening on the turbo!
Run done! And the limiting factor wasn't my feet or calves but tiny kitten lungs, so that's barefoot shoe adaptation unlocked, back to the "puffing like a locomotive" grind.
That old Werewolf: The Apocalypse player feeling when your new meds have a loup-canid kind of name. Side effects may include howling at the moon, getting huge, and messing up evils petrochemical corps.
The worst part about restarting squats & deadlifts isn't the expected soreness but the way abs and traps are filing an amicus brief.
Squats & deadlifts done, 5x5, rebooting with simple linear program to start with. Feels good, man.
Argh why is phoning a new gym for a vibe check so full of drama?
Weird smell o'clock: these ripe bananas taste banana-ey but smell like fresh laundry. What the actual
#longcovid heck?