luckycanuck

It's been a physically intensive weekend, with two big workouts.

YW: 100 bench press, 100 dumbbell swings with 10 pullups every time the dumbbell touched the floor, 100 leg openers and 100 closers at maximum weight, row 400 metres then 20 pushups then 20 SDHP - 5 rounds.

Then I met up[ with Cupcake Goddess who had kindly saved me her last piece of pizza (very welcome given my post workout hunger.) We talked about work and her househunting escapades and things are going quite well for both of us it seems. I also shopped for Terminator stuff for my fancy dress night. I had most things I needed, but picked up some cheap sunnies (I never buy expensive ones as I know I'm just going to end up sitting on them or losing them somewhere) and a gun that looked suitable. The $2 dollar store had quite a few fancy dress people in it.

And I think I wound up putting together something quite passable.

When I arrived I knocked on the door and gave the speech

bakerypenguin had coached me on: I'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Can I see her please?

In my attempt at Arnie's Austrian accent I'm not sure I didn't actually sound like Henry Kissinger, but the outfit certainly left no doubt as to who I was. As long as I had my sunnies on people knew who I was. If I took them off, they had no idea.

I was also loaned a bike light that glowed red so I could slip it behind my glasses and add to the effect.

Of course, that meant I couldn't see out of that eye so I tended no to walk around like that.

Choir Bikie and some of her friends were there for a 30th birthday and it was a good evening overall. Everyone had a few drinks. I had opted for Baron's Extra Special Bitter. It was very good, and I was happy to have something other than lager which beer overwhelmingly seems to be in Australia. Of course, I had to remind myself not to walk into the bottle shop in costume. The gun and the sunnies were left in the car. Spending the evening in a police cell would have been considerably less fun.

Later in the evening I was finally convinced to play guitar hero for the first time ever, complete with groupies.

I don't normally deal well with the stress (yes, I said the stress) of video games, but with it set on the easiest level I managed to play Kryptonite by Three Doors Down (not very 80s, but whatever) and was sufficiently moved to stand up to play.

Apparently I rock. The game told me so.

Today there was no silly dressing up, but some sore muscles and another trip to the gym.

TW: 50 standing shoulder press, HIIT (total of 140 lateral jumps and 100 dynamic pushups), Core - 20 situps, 20 leg raises, 1 minute of plank - 5 rounds, then 100 side dips with 20kg.

Then a long sweat in the sauna. Tonight I will recover in the hopes of another big week of physical fun.