60 Pull-ups + 60 Dips = Dead Lynn

As time goes on, I find myself scaling more toward the "Puppies" version of the workout, instead of the easiest level, "Buttercup". Except in instances where I want to compare my times, I'm finding that it works out rather well for me, and it's nice to see that I can do more work in a shorter time period (more intensity).

Except for yesterday.

I decided to try the Puppies scaling of the Muscle Up workout from the weekend. I had missed both Saturday and Sunday's workouts because I had other things to do and the gym was closed for Easter. Monday was supposed to be a rest day, but I decided to tackle the muscle ups since, as it has been pointed out on the forum, "If you've been doing the workouts for awhile now, you should be able to attempt them. It's what gymnasts do just to get up on the rings, before they start their workout." If you still don't know what a muscle up is, watch the video that I linked earlier in this paragraph. The title of the video is "Hot Chick Muscle Up", if that's inspirational to you.

Get to the point already.

The substitution for not having rings to do the muscle up (or being unable to do so) was 60 pull-ups and 60 dips. You could break them up however you wanted. Before I began, I had hoped to break them into sets of 10. When I started, I realized that there was no way in hell I would make it through that, so I broke them up into sets of 6. I used 24# assisted weight on the pull ups, and 32# assisted on the dips.

After the fourth set, I wanted to quit so bad. My arms were about to fall off, and I have a weird pinched nerve in my wrist that acts up when I try to do bar dips, so I was having to steady myself through them and concentrate on not bending my wrist. At one point, I thought I was nearing the end, but stopped for a second to realize how many I had to go, and I had to mentally yell at myself to keep going. Every time I stepped back on the foot stand, my legs felt like they were going to give out on me, which is odd, seeing as I wasn't using them. My theory is that I was using so much energy that there was none left for my legs.

I finally made it through the 60th dip, and I staggered away to find a place to collapse. All of the floor space was taken by old men and skinny girls doing leg lifts and crunches, so I found a chair in what I call the "Slow Room". In the Slow Room, none of the treadmills go above the 4th setting (brisk walk), everyone is silent and stares at the televisions. There was an open chair in the Slow Room, and I plopped down onto it, my face bright red, panting and sweating. Some of the slow women looked at me quizzically for a few moments, then went back to whatever was on TV. I tried to wipe the sweat off my face, but found that my arms didn't want to cooperate, so I decided to make my way back to the locker room.

Side note about the locker room: There is a hot tub in the locker room. I have never remembered to bring a swimsuit with me, but some day I would really like to go sit in it. That is, when it's not filled with fat women. I have seen many, many, many fat women in the hot tub naked, and although at first I was repulsed, after thinking about it for awhile, I decided it is no different than having a paper thin suit on that water passes through anyway. Still, I can not bring myself to sit naked in the hot tub. At least if you're naked in a sauna, you can still have a towel. Every time I walk past that hot tub, I want to go in it... especially on days when I just did a fuckton of pull-ups.

I've also been sticking more to the Zone diet. I usually eat yogurt for breakfast, sometimes I even make scrambled eggs, or a protein shake. I've found that if I mix my protein powder in milk, it makes AWESOME chocolate milk. I love it. Lunch is usually whatever I can dig up, with veggies. Yesterday I had 3/4 can of reduced sodium chicken noodle soup with green beans, today was an open faced sandwich with tuna and cheese and a whole can of green beans (I really like green beans). I've been getting used to being hungry. Now instead of snacking mindlessly, I ask myself if I'm really hungry. I drink water (or coffee... I'm back to coffee again), eat a handful of nuts, or just go hungry. I'm eating far less, and I wonder sometimes if I'm eating too little, but the three pounds that I lost last week is encouragement to keep going. I can take my fat work pants off now without unzipping them.

I'm super tired and I was late for work yesterday, so off to bed I go!