Moving on. I have been all kinds of sore this week. I blame Tuesday's pull-up/KB swing/sit-up/lunge extravaganza for initial onset. I blame Wednesday's OHS strength and conditioning for continuation of the suck.
So really I guess I blame Jeremy.
Oh well. 115 on a 1 rep max. I'll take it. I got to lift with a bunch of strong girls and I got to do my trademark move. I jerked 125lb from the back, got down into the OHS, and then fell over. The falling over is my trademark move. It's pretty hard to make it look so easy, but I've had years of practice.
But yes. My legs. Having run a few marathons in my day, I can say that this pain is comparable to the post-marathon DOMS. I actually took the elevator DOWN the stairs yesterday. It was embarrassing.
In more girly news, I got a haircut yesterday. I asked for the Kristan Clever but somehow ended up with a Miranda Oldroyd instead. I guess that's okay. Miranda is my girl crush after all. My hair actually looks amazing, which almost inspires me to style it more than one day a week. Whoa--dream big, Juno! The saddest part of the cute hair is the return of my grad school dark eye circles, since I've recently replaced sleep with caffeine. Those tend to ruin the effect.
You've probably seen how they are bringing Bambi back out on Blu-Ray and therefore airing commercials like mad. This is semi-meaningless to me, minus the fact that I keep spontaneously yelling out "Watch what I can do!" just like Thumper. Mostly in the hours when normal people are asleep, when I am studying, desperate, and need a pick-me-up.
So I'm pretty sure that is enough of a snapshot into my life for now.
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