day 72-73 - holy muscle burn Batman!

Is it possible to feel simultaneously like a badass and a wuss? I was doing my elevated pushups in a dance studio room of the YMCA and totally checking myself out in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I looked/felt like GI Jane. Super hardcore Grace, grunting/breathing it out. And then failure hit in the third set at rep 5 or something equally wussy. I kinda face planted onto the floor and my reflection in the mirror, not pretty.

Workouts this PCP week have KILLED. Failure, as Patrick has informed us, is painful! But damn I feel good after. My whole upper body this morning felt blasted. I could barely lift my arms to wash my hair. A fit friend of mine did day 71 workout with me and he's still feeling it. Hee, hee, I feel a little smug just cause I'm mostly sore initially and then okay for the most part the next day. :P

Maybe it's because I'm on vacation in CA but the pcp components of life have been relatively easy/stress free. It's so good to workout with someone who can correct your form, offer assistance and push you further than what you perceive failure to be. Plus, I'm also grateful Patrick brought back the protein element of dinner while I'm in CA. Sushi here is soooo good and fresh. I had to shrug off the funny looks the chefs shot me when I weighed out the pieces of sashimi. But other than that, waiters/waitresses don't blink when I order steamed veggies with zero salt/butter/oil. I'm gonna guess that a lot of folks in LA are pretty diet conscious.

I have new pics that I'll post when I get back to DC. Apparently, I didn't travel with the camera-t0-computer chord. Sadly, these pics aren't at the beach like I planned. The beach was freezing. I dipped ONE toe in the ocean and squealed like a little girl from the cold. No bikini shots here.

The volleyball tournament in Boston went well. We got 2nd. We should have won. We were in the winner's bracket of the double elimination tournament. The other team had to win four games in a row to take the whole shebang and they did. I couldn't really gauge the pcp impact on my game since I didn't see as much court time as before.

I probably won't be posting again until I go back to the East Coast. Mom's computer connection and the general mayhem of the home (she's a hoarder and my stepdad might be dealing with the beginnings of dementia) limits the amount of time I have to sit down and write a coherent sentence.

p.s. Thanks for the concern y'all. And no, I'm not writing from the depths of an enormous vat of chocolate. I thought about it though after my mom, whom I saw in April when I was at my chunkiest, said she didn't really see a difference in me. This, from a woman who notices everything and feels it's her right/duty to comment. THANKS mom! She's 73 and still restricting her food intake. I sort of admire her self-control but when (if?) I get to that age, you can bet I won't be saying no to that additional bowl of noodles if I'm spending three hours at the gym everyday.