Happy JUNE (how did that happen??) to everyone out there.
I traveled to Ryan’s house for the weekend for his sister’s wedding. His sister Rachel and new brother-in-law Evan got married on Saturday (congrats, guys!), so his house was buzzing with wedding excitement all weekend. It was fun to be part of the festivities! They had a lovely ceremony in the rose gardens at a park that you can kind of see behind Ryan and me below.
If you count dancing at the wedding reception (which you probably should), Ryan and I had three weekend workouts–the other two were runs on Saturday & Sunday morning. Since we live 3 hours apart and don’t get to see each other all that often, it’s super nice that we both like to wake up early to work out because it means extra time together.
Saturday’s workout was a good one! Designed mostly by Ryan (my only contributions were decreasing the number of lunges and whining about the burpees):
20 push ups
20 box jumps (I did 10 and can’t even imagine doing 20)
Run half a mile
Repeat (4 rounds total)
I huffed and puffed and wheezed and died my way through, so Ryan kindly did a few wall-sits after he finished each circuit to wait for me so that we could do the run part together.
On Sunday morning, we went for a straight up run without adding random strength moves, and he showed me a cool trail by his house. My right achilles started hurting early on in the run–probably from wearing heels all Saturday and then running without stretching out my crying balled up calves–so we turned around almost as soon as we got to the trail. I was hot, tired, and hurting (read: as grumpy as grumpy gets), so that run was not one of my finer moments.
I was also grumpy because there is this sensitive point of time that happens about a week after finishing a big race–you feel like you should be totally recovered and rested up since it’s been a whole week, but you’re obviously not since it’s only been a week. Plus you’re kind of sad that the event you spent so much time training for is over.
Anyway, I took Monday as a rest day because my achilles was still hurting (I’m confident it’ll feel normal after I spend a little quality time with my foam roller, so no worries) and because I ran on my normal Sunday rest day.
And my new workout of the summer…is … …STAIR CLIMBING. The elevator in the parking garage where I park at school (on the 6th floor, I might add) is down all summer. Pretty soon you’ll be able to recognize us lowly graduate students by our power quads and buns of steel.
What’s one thing you did over the weekend?
How many floors will make you opt for the elevator?