Entry #734
I woke up late today, so I went to the track after my first meal. By the time I arrived, it was already evening. I did HIIT for some laps and practiced some forms, but there were people running around in the dark and it was pretty annoying, so after I finished the intervals I left.
Rather than return home, I figured I might as well stop by the gym and use their bag. It's in the closed off room that I always use for the power rack. After about five minutes the same personal trainer I always get pissed off at comes in with a client and starts bouncing that fucking ball on the wall. I wanted to pop it. I hate that exercise. Woe to whoever pays these clowns to learn how to do that.
Well, I'm minding my own business when the trainer approaches me and goes, "Hey, you're actually not supposed to be in here. This is just for trainers."
That makes zero sense, but I simply nod my head with gritted teeth, and then remember something. "So then---that section with the kettleballs is also locked up. I wanted to use a pair for tomorrow. Could I get some out?"
He frowns and doesn't say anything. AAA acting, there. "Ehhh..."
"Like I said, I just want one pair. I use them for benching."
"Nyehhh.....I don't know about that. It's a different area and all..."
Yeah, it's a different area, which is why I need access to it in the first place. I just walk out then and there; I don't have time for wishy-washy noodle kegs.
Instead, I head over to the bike room and skip rope. This is the first time I've ever seen myself do it in a mirror. I actually have pretty good footwork for it, and I kept it up at a sustained rate. Good work here. I alternated this with shadowboxing.
Before I left, I also did 40 reps of the bar on the bench for form. I'm aiming for a 405 lb. bench within this year.
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