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BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL

    Good title, bad title?! Since I took a rest day yesterday (my first one in 9 days!!!), I had some trouble thinking of a something catchy that would make people want to read this post. And since my back squat PR isn't all that impressive and running was iffy today...I figured why not go for something that isn't exactly fitness related and then look at it from my own unique perspective (which is almost entirely fitness related, in case you didn't know or somehow forgot). I'll be the first person to admit I am not an experienced drinker...like at all. I pretty much went all throughout high school without drinking, and haven't gone out to the bars or anything like that ever...even in college. However, in my recent experience while home on both Thanksgiving and Christmas break...I feel like I have at least some insight to offer on the topic as it relates to health/fitness/and working out.

    First and foremost, I feel like if you're really serious/dedicated to working out and following a specific routine, you won't let the fact that you had 7-8 drinks and stayed up til 9 p.m. (which is late when you wake up at 4:23) prevent you from getting in a good quality workout. Now, if you're not that into working out or your life doesn't completely revolve around the gym, then by all means skip the gym if that's what works for you and your lifestyle. For instance, the situation I put myself in last night. I had already taken a rest day, and knew that I had a 3+ hour workout planned for today starting at 5:45 a.m. At the same time, I wasn't willing to miss out on spending an evening laughing and socializing with good friends just because I had to get up early and hit the gym. And sure, maybe I would have/could have ran a faster 6 miles or hit an even bigger PR had I not drank last night...but I know that soon enough I'll be back in IC doing zero drinking and not that much socializing either.

    I slept great last night, all things considered. I even made sure to drink a lot of water when I got home before I went to bed. It would have been so easy to to hit snooze on my phone this morning and just take another rest day or vow to go the gym later in the day when I had  had time to recover from the previous nights activities. However, after yesterday's spur of the moment and much needed rest day, I was super excited to hit the gym...even if I wasn't feeling 100% ready physically. It would have also been easy to let how icky/bloated/sluggish I was feeling be an excuse to half-ass my workout. Like, hey, at least I showed up...that's got to count for something. However, my mindset at that time of morning is usually something along the lines of, "If you were willing/able to get up at the crack of dawn to workout, there's no reason to not give it your all...period."

    And give it my all I did. The running was by no means perfect, or fun. It sucked. I felt pukey the majority of the time and both my hips and one calf were giving me problems. Why? Because, 1. I neglected to do any form of stretching, foam rolling or icing yesterday and 2. It was more of an active rest day on Saturday...because I walked like 5.5 miles at 3.5 mph. Again, could have just blamed it on the alcohol, had a shitty attitude, and had a terrible workout. Nope. That wasn't going to happen my first day back after my first rest day since Vegas. I came prepared to run 6 miles and have another killer leg workout. I might have felt like the freaking Pillsbury dough boy in the process, but we accomplished exactly what we set out to...hit PRs and screw all the excuses in the world for not working hard.

   After that not to great run, I had mixed feelings about maxing out on squats. Luckily, I had the entire free weight area to myself, so no one had to witness just how crappy my form was today. Front squats felt just as shitty as they always do. No surprises there. What was surprising, however, was just how good back squats felt the more sets I did of them. Like, I hit 115lbs for 2 reps no problem. Which was nice, but then I had to slap on an extra 5lbs to try and PR and OMG was I nervous about failing. I know failure is all part of the process and the only way to get stronger and all that stuff, but I had no one to spot me or anything so my anxiety was through the roof. Which, as it turns out, may not have been the worst thing in the world. This forced me take a longer break than normal in between sets and suck down a whole lotta pre-workout before my attempt. And, as luck would have it, a T-Rhett song just happened to come on when I was getting ready to back squat 120lbs. It had to be a sign, because the first rep was so smooth that I went for 2 and got it without falling on my ass and yeah there was no one there to witness it or make sure I went down far enough but damn I was so happy!

   Now, and this may or may not blow your mind, I firmly believe that it makes complete sense to blame all the stupid stuff I say on alcohol and being drunk. Like, yeah I may have been thinking some of the crazy/extremely personal things I end up saying out loud...but if I were sober you can bet that I would never, ever in a billion years say those things out loud or admit to any of them being true if someone questioned me about them. And yes I know this is clearly me being a big 'ol hypocrite...but I feel like most of you people would probably agree with me on this...right?

   
SO, YOU'RE A RUNNER?

SO, YOU'RE A RUNNER?

IT NEVER GETS EASIER, YOU JUST GET STRONGER.

IT NEVER GETS EASIER, YOU JUST GET STRONGER.