At a certain point in the day on Sundays, especially, I realize if I haven’t gotten a morning run in there is a chance I won’t do anything. So today I groaned heavily, wrote a workout plan and did the following (in sets, not all at once):
- 100 burpees
- 50 push-ups
- 50 squats
- 50 leg raises
- 50 curls (with 25-lb dumbbells)
I did the simple, non-push-up burpee, which still incorporates what amounts to a jumping squat, so that was a shitload of squats.
Which is an unpleasant set of words to pack in one phrase, I guess.
Verdict: good calisthenic workout, would use in a hotel room (sans curls) or in jail, I guess.*
Still have all sorts of anger issues and a need to prove myself, but at least I’m too tired to worry about those right now.
*Prison workouts is a whole Thing among home workout/raw/primitive fitness type folks–which honestly makes a lot of sense. Guys come out of lockup racked all to hell and not all facilities have weights anymore. You can, it turns out, get a whole hell of a lot done fitness-wise in a very small space. When you live in one of the most wintry cities in the US like I do, getting out and running every day just isn’t always the best option.
What? You don’t do Crossfit. Bro, let me tell you all about Crossfit.
Just kidding. I have a bag of queso chips resting on my chest.
What’s funny is I steal workout ideas from CrossFit stuff posted online but you won’t catch me dead in one of those places. For a shit-ton of people fitness seems to have to be a group thing, a competition, and I’m at my MOST introverted when working out. I will now go finish the guacamole.