Well it seems to always be the case with me -- I'm injured, as usual. Well at least slightly. My shoulder/back/traps have been bugging me forever, since May. Been pushing through too much, too hard. Last week my back was in such knots I was on the verge of tears 24/7.
Couple of highlights from last week:
I finally met Sam Aurelio! I feel like I've known her forever (that seems to be a trend with CF...). She was wonderful enough to meet me at the Newark airport and not let me get lost on my way to NYC to (attempt to) surprise Brian. Although the surprise was an epic failure (grrrrrr) it was still great spending time with two awesome people.
And Brian, my baby, I got to spend 5 days with him. This whole trip was supposed to be a surprise for him, and even know the surprise part failed (and I was more than a little upset with that), I still hope he can appreciate what I tried to do. I love you, baby.
Last week I didn't do anything -- squatted twice in 7 days. I can't do anything with my upper body; even the pressure of a bar on my back for squats is iffy. But I did squat, and dead lift. Yesterday I went for a relaxing bike ride to loosen up my muscles from the plane ride, and did some short sprints. Today I squatted light and DL'ed.
hypers: 3x10, 15 kg
weighted situps: 3x10, 12 kg
Couldn't do much else. Ugh.