jaeleslie

Now that I have finished reading that 700-page tome on Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, I think I need to say the words Energy and Power about three thousand times each to counteract the bad word repeating in my head. This occurred to me while I was climbing the stairs from the gym floor today, feeling little better than usual, but not hearing the same inner remarks as I have the last few weeks.

Someone had set the chest-press machine (again)(as usual) so that in the resting position one extended the elbows too far back, very bad for the shoulder joint, I don't know why anyone would want to hyperextend that way, and it makes me crazy. So after my first set (at 60 pounds) I changed it. Then during the second set it occurred to me I was rather slacking off on my weights if I could do that exercise in such a bad position. I had read somewhere (the muscle magazine that comes into the house periodically for the whey-protein consumers among us actually) that one trains for Power lifting with 70 or 80 percent of one's maximum (one-time) weight. I have not actually tried to find my maximums as I am just a sick old lady trying to maintain some remnants of mobility... So then I put on 90 pounds and lifted that half a dozen times. Hmm, must raise workout weights. What is it, the weather?

Or Unbreakable? I think not.

That's what my dear old dad used to say. So I'm not doing too well with my Plan for World Domination today. Besides the usual routine, the only thing I got done was to order plastic bags which our group needs to stock the art fair booth, a task I have been putting off for oh six months now give or take. Then I got an apa in the mail and started reading that.

Why don't I have a place on my Plan for cooking dinner? or working out? or starting to read another damn thick book? Because those things butter no parsnips, as it were. Maybe I should call it the Plan to Butter Parsnips then. No that's just silly. I don't even like parsnips that much. I'd better get on with the World Domination.