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luckycanuckRugby last weekend was short lived. I was fine during the warm up provided that there was no contact and I didn't have to change direction. Because those things rarely happen in rugby. They wanted me to start at Number 8 but I said I would probably be better off on the bench. They did put me on mid way through the second half and in my first ruck my ankle got knocked (not turned or twisted but just bumped) and I foud myself limping to follow the play. I did get thrown the ball and suddenly felt no pain as I ran it forward into contact. Getting up, however, I felt all sore again and realised that I was going to have little impact on the game like that in addition to needlessly risking myself. We were up by three tries late in the game anyway and an injury could have put me out for the season if it went wrong. I did, however, enjoy the fact that I am one game closer to making 100 appearances for the Convicts.
I drove a teammate with a broken hand (that I may have broken in the first ruck where I knocked my ankle) to hospital before going on to the next game. Both our teams wound up winning in solid displays, and I told some of my teammates that I was looking for work, possibly in Sydney.
It was nice to have a whole day in Canberra for the end of the weekend and I spent a fair amount of it at the gym in a pretty intense workout.
SunW: The Filthy Fifties: 50 shoulder press, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 calorie row, 50 bicep curls, 50 dynamic pushups, 50 toes to bar, 50 bench jumps, 50 pullups, 50 dips, 50 burpees.
I was reminded during the workout that I like girls. Also, I am always impressed by girls who lift. I think not enough of them do. One of my fellow patrons and I had a conversation about borrowing Crossfit workout principles into creating our own taxing and brutal workouts.
On Monday I picked up Coffee Snob from the airport which made me late for work, and also picked out a fabric and a design for my next new suit. Apparently they are going to narrow the lapels by about half an inch because that is the fashion now. Fine. I wouldn't have known but I'm happy to go along with that. Shopping for suits is much easier when this is all I have to do. The tailor remembered me and was pleased that I had given him referrals.
Then it was another full on day at the gym, but not before I prevented a woman from disrobing in the mens changing room. Somehow a woman got almost to the point of taking her shirt off before I asked "are you sure you're in the right place?"
YW: 5 rounds of: Row 400m, 30 seconds L-hang (which was VERY hard), 30 kettlebell swings. Then I practiced my form on squats a bit, then did 50 burpees (I have decided to do 50 burpees in every workout in the hopes of improving at them) and 10 heavy bag getups.
When I got home dinner was on. This is becoming a regular Monday evening thing it would seem. Roxy had made a very nice stirfry and we all ate together. I think I would be quite happy if we continued doing so. I contributed som chocolate I had around and I also made the tea and did a bunch of dishes while they watched Masterchef.
I drove a teammate with a broken hand (that I may have broken in the first ruck where I knocked my ankle) to hospital before going on to the next game. Both our teams wound up winning in solid displays, and I told some of my teammates that I was looking for work, possibly in Sydney.
It was nice to have a whole day in Canberra for the end of the weekend and I spent a fair amount of it at the gym in a pretty intense workout.
SunW: The Filthy Fifties: 50 shoulder press, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 calorie row, 50 bicep curls, 50 dynamic pushups, 50 toes to bar, 50 bench jumps, 50 pullups, 50 dips, 50 burpees.
I was reminded during the workout that I like girls. Also, I am always impressed by girls who lift. I think not enough of them do. One of my fellow patrons and I had a conversation about borrowing Crossfit workout principles into creating our own taxing and brutal workouts.
On Monday I picked up Coffee Snob from the airport which made me late for work, and also picked out a fabric and a design for my next new suit. Apparently they are going to narrow the lapels by about half an inch because that is the fashion now. Fine. I wouldn't have known but I'm happy to go along with that. Shopping for suits is much easier when this is all I have to do. The tailor remembered me and was pleased that I had given him referrals.
Then it was another full on day at the gym, but not before I prevented a woman from disrobing in the mens changing room. Somehow a woman got almost to the point of taking her shirt off before I asked "are you sure you're in the right place?"
YW: 5 rounds of: Row 400m, 30 seconds L-hang (which was VERY hard), 30 kettlebell swings. Then I practiced my form on squats a bit, then did 50 burpees (I have decided to do 50 burpees in every workout in the hopes of improving at them) and 10 heavy bag getups.
When I got home dinner was on. This is becoming a regular Monday evening thing it would seem. Roxy had made a very nice stirfry and we all ate together. I think I would be quite happy if we continued doing so. I contributed som chocolate I had around and I also made the tea and did a bunch of dishes while they watched Masterchef.
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Date: 2011-05-17 11:34 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, perhaps you have some sick leave you could use up to job-hunt, and get a note from an ankle-doctor?
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