Run Fat Boy, Run!

I made it to the gym last night, after missing both times last week, making me feel a bit like Fatty McGee again.  I’m getting a cold, so I didn’t swim and I was a bit “woozy”.  However, I managed to get a decent workout in, even if it was off track for my circuit training.

I started out with 10 minutes light cardio on a bike, then did some Iron Crosses with Scott and Ken.  10lbs is about my limit, my right arm could do more but my left shoulder is still weak from last winters spectacular skiing crash.  The Crash of 2006 you could call it.

I did military presses (20lbs) and incline presses (20) and seated rows (45).

I then took a break and did a couple minutes of target pads with Ken.  I’m really loving the target pads, havn’t had them since boxing so long ago – great cardio workout.  The everlast gloves I bought that work like handwraps are stellar – they are quick to put on, quick to take off, and have nice foamy-gelly-paddy stuff over your knuckles – allowing you to do pads and bag work and stuff without a dire need for bag gloves – which I’m still going to buy a pair next spending money time.

I’m already thinking about where I can put a speed bag and heavy bag in my house – no good ideas yet.

On the Soda Challenge – well, I’m covered in loser-sauce.   I managed it for a couple of weeks, but now I’m back to drinking Pepsi probably once or twice a week on average.  Still not bad, but not meeting the challenge requirements.

[[With all this talk of boxing, I'm wondering if Mr. James-ey boy is jealous yet.!?!]]