Tonight track was cancelled by the Thirty + Track Club...or Old Fartleks...or whatever it is we decide to call ourselves. It was raining really hard, and two of the three members of our
huge club had other obligations getting in the way. So, we met for dinner instead. That meant I lifted. I had to do something. And I really really really really ... really need to work on this mushy weakness I call my upper body.
I did a short circuit that seemed to touch on everything a little bit, the best I could. I even threw in some core and leg therapy stuff. I need to refine the workout more, but it was a start, and it made me feel like I'm moving in the right direction.
Here is Dexter, watching from the couch, approving of my form. But not approving of the huge orange ball coming at him.
2 comments:
Duck Dexter. Better yet run, you could be the next thing hoisted into the air.
He does have a "what's that" look on his face.
Dexter is just too cute!
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