Apologies for the lag in posts–the last few days have been pretty hectic. Nonstop action.
On Saturday, we celebrated Dave’s father’s 60th birthday with a large gathering of family and friends in Sunnyvale. Overall, it was really pleasant day surrounded by wonderful, loving people.
We didn’t party too hard Saturday night as we needed to meet my folks in Campbell at 6:30 a.m. (brutal) and carpool over to Santa Cruz for the 40th Annual Wharf to Wharf Race.
Coincidentally, my parents, sister, Dave and I were all first-time racers, and initially, Dave and I were going to run the six-miler, but I decided to focus my efforts on cheering on (and walking with) my mom all the way to the finish line. You see, it was her very first time wearing a bib number and she’s still on the mend from knee surgery five weeks ago. I’m a little bummed we didn’t run, but supporting my mom was more important.
Also, I’m incredibly proud of my little sister, Haley. Unfortunately for her, she decided to make a restroom stop with me and was forced to run a good chunk of the race (in order for us to catch up with the ‘rents). I’ll admit my competitiveness started to boil over as I picked out victims to eat our dust. “See that old lady with the walking sticks? We MUST pass her,” I’d say and Haley would roll her eyes. Nothing like the feeling of passing up the elderly on a road race…whoop!
Needless to say, I still had a blast on this little road course. There was a different band stationed every quarter mile and the crowd provided some great poeple-watching. Not to mention–it was a GORGEOUS course that started at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk snaked its the way to Capitola.
Did I mention the people-watching? LOOK AT THIS GUY:
I’m happy to say my entire family finished the race and I’m confident we’ll be back next year.
When we finally made it back to our car, we decided to head over to Woodstock’s Pizza for some celebratory beers. Naturally.
The weekend wrapped up with the latest episode of HBO’s True Blood and a meatloaf fest from Dave–recipe to be posted soon.
Yesterday was a complete blur and I’m still pissed that I couldn’t manage to roll out of bed for a morning workout. Talk about a case of the Mondays–I felt like a monster all day and I have a feeling it my ‘tude was from all the extra vino from the weekend. Mini hangover? Maybe…
Luckily, I’m perking up today and had a great little WOD to ease me out of this funk:
- Shoulder press: 1-1-1-1-1
- Push press: 3-3-3-3-3
- Push jerk: 5-5-5-5-5
Here’s the max weight I hit on each set:
- Shoulder press: 68lb
- Push press: 73lb
- Push jerk: 83lb
As I’m creeping up on weight during overhead lifts, I’m starting the notice more strain on my wrists and I’m considering wrist straps…what do you think? Worth the buy? And at what point/weight would it be acceptable to wear those babies? Anytime?
Looking at these numbers now, I know I can add more weight; however, I’m going to give myself a pass for today as I’m amazed I even woke up today given how grumpy I was yesterday…
How you beat the case of the Mondays, zombie mode, or just plain exhaustion…drink more water? Force yourself to the gym? Do tell, people!