Today I was back at work, facing another 12 hour day (yes, I am also a workaholic), and I dominated my performance review. Booyah! I decided that retoxing in celebration was probably not the best decision, and headed to Equinox for a little latenight sweat session.
I started off with 25 minutes on the cross ramp. I don't particularly care for the dreadmill and the cross ramp keeps me entertained. My Achilles has been acting like a bitch, and I figured the dreadmill would just kill it.
|Maybe running around town in these this weekend has something to do|
with my lingering Achilles pain... nah.
|It upsets me that the giraffe always has to sit in the corner.|
The guy on the cross ramp next to me teared up while watching Ben propose to
rabbit mouth Courtney on The Bachelor. I was furiously booty texting. So um yeah. Apparently you shouldn't tell someone he should stop acting like a dick and start using his more often if you'd like him to come over later. Oops.
|I just couldn't get a clear shot of this guy as|
he went to get a tissue to dab away his tears.
I did some upper body work. I brought the new Oxygen to the gym but it seemed like every article required the cable machine and I just wasn't in the mood to struggle to figure out how to set that thing up by myself. I used 15 and 10 lbs weights to bang out some shoulder, tricep, and bicep moves. Regretted being an über bitch because I could tell I was definitely not getting laid after running my mouth (or would that be my fingers? Yes, I insult via text.)
I did some squat kicks and moved onto my trusty adductor and abductor machines. Then I took some creepy photos of myself.
|I'm going to get myself arrested when they finally |
catch me taking pictures in the locker room.