A weekend spent beating myself up
May. 9th, 2011 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luckycanuckBut mostly in a good way.
I had solid workouts on Saturday and Sunday.
SatW: Farmer's walk stairs 20kg each hand, pullups, 24kg kettlebell swings, 32kg SDHP, burpees, situps, leg raises. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. The farmer's walk was really tough and I can still feel the soreness now.
SunW: Run total 9km to and from the gym. Bench jumps, pushups, situps - 20,19,18...1
My legs are still sore. I've done harder workouts but this was the most consistent effort I'd come up with since coming back from overseas. I had three tough workouts in as many days, which was good as I kind of wanted to smack myself around. Virtually nobody spoke ot me the whole time, which was also good.
I also went into work on both days of the weekend. I did some work preparing and printing off letters for W to sign and giving him the impression that I'm on top of things, but it was also a relief to be able to shut myself into a place with no people. Dealing with people has been taxing since Friday. Earlier today someone came into my office to introduce herself and I could barely look her in the eye. Aspie stress has been close to the surface at all times.
But it hasn't been all bad. As much as dealing with anyone new was likely to be tough, I finally got to visit Cupcake Goddess at her new pad and meet her new guy. The following day I was there to take a photo of her at the beginning of a 5k run and another one of her powering through the finish line with her shoulders ahead of her hips. Well done CG!
I had some happy drinks with Helga and Alleluia before they went off to girly drinks (which I was mercifully spared) and settled in for a quiet night. I did hear Roxy come home and she settled into her room before I could get up. It turned out that she had just arrived home in a taxi after spending six hours in hospital after being hit by a car and knocked off her bike. She is ok with a black eye, one stitch in her chin, and some scrapes on her cheek, but nothing that won't heal.
Apparently she had been trying to contact one of us for a lift, and while I was home and would have been more than happy to pick her up, somehow she didn't have my number. I really felt bad about that. I hadn't done anything wrong, but the idea that one of the girls I live with spent six hours alone in hospital before having to take a taxi home bothered me.
That meant that a few minutes after midnight when Alleluia rang asking if my earlier offer to pick her up if excessive drinking had been done was still valid, my answer was a firm yes. I drove a friend of hers home and swung through Macca's for so she could get some late night sustenance before getting her home without her having to resort to taking a taxi driven by a stranger. She was very pleased.
So I found myself getting all stressed about having to deal with other people. (I also went shopping for shoes to a discount warehouse that was closing forever and lasted about ten increasingly stressed minutes surrounded by legions of people scavenging for deals that frankly weren't all that good before leaving with a shellshocked look on my face.) Dealing with my friends, however, was easy.
I had solid workouts on Saturday and Sunday.
SatW: Farmer's walk stairs 20kg each hand, pullups, 24kg kettlebell swings, 32kg SDHP, burpees, situps, leg raises. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. The farmer's walk was really tough and I can still feel the soreness now.
SunW: Run total 9km to and from the gym. Bench jumps, pushups, situps - 20,19,18...1
My legs are still sore. I've done harder workouts but this was the most consistent effort I'd come up with since coming back from overseas. I had three tough workouts in as many days, which was good as I kind of wanted to smack myself around. Virtually nobody spoke ot me the whole time, which was also good.
I also went into work on both days of the weekend. I did some work preparing and printing off letters for W to sign and giving him the impression that I'm on top of things, but it was also a relief to be able to shut myself into a place with no people. Dealing with people has been taxing since Friday. Earlier today someone came into my office to introduce herself and I could barely look her in the eye. Aspie stress has been close to the surface at all times.
But it hasn't been all bad. As much as dealing with anyone new was likely to be tough, I finally got to visit Cupcake Goddess at her new pad and meet her new guy. The following day I was there to take a photo of her at the beginning of a 5k run and another one of her powering through the finish line with her shoulders ahead of her hips. Well done CG!
I had some happy drinks with Helga and Alleluia before they went off to girly drinks (which I was mercifully spared) and settled in for a quiet night. I did hear Roxy come home and she settled into her room before I could get up. It turned out that she had just arrived home in a taxi after spending six hours in hospital after being hit by a car and knocked off her bike. She is ok with a black eye, one stitch in her chin, and some scrapes on her cheek, but nothing that won't heal.
Apparently she had been trying to contact one of us for a lift, and while I was home and would have been more than happy to pick her up, somehow she didn't have my number. I really felt bad about that. I hadn't done anything wrong, but the idea that one of the girls I live with spent six hours alone in hospital before having to take a taxi home bothered me.
That meant that a few minutes after midnight when Alleluia rang asking if my earlier offer to pick her up if excessive drinking had been done was still valid, my answer was a firm yes. I drove a friend of hers home and swung through Macca's for so she could get some late night sustenance before getting her home without her having to resort to taking a taxi driven by a stranger. She was very pleased.
So I found myself getting all stressed about having to deal with other people. (I also went shopping for shoes to a discount warehouse that was closing forever and lasted about ten increasingly stressed minutes surrounded by legions of people scavenging for deals that frankly weren't all that good before leaving with a shellshocked look on my face.) Dealing with my friends, however, was easy.
