I cry myself to sleep and cry myself awake. I’m missing Zac terribly, and am reminded of him constantly. Thus, I need constant distractions. Exercise serves just that purpose, as does cooking, writing, reading, and playing the piano.
Yesterday I did a double, and I haven’t done a double in years.
10 RFT
Row 10c
STRICT L-sit C2B + C2B + pull-up + T2B + K2E
~Rest~
15 RNFT
Strict pushup + 10 mountain climbers + strict pushup + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery
Then later that afternoon
15-min interval on bike
~Rest~
10 RNFT
STRICT L-sit C2B + C2B + pull-up + T2B + K2E
~Rest~
AFAP
15 reps of strict pushup + 10 lateral bar hops
15 reps of 200# deadlift + 10 LBH
15 reps of strict pushup + DL + 10 LBH
Jeff’s myxfitness bike arrived last week, and I’ve been including in workouts most days. Much like any equipment, you get out of it what you put into it.
Today was my first time doing a 45-minute workout on the bike, and it was grueling. I enjoyed (if that’s the right word) looking at heart rate results. I rested and then completed the following.
15 RNFT
Strict L-sit C2B pull-up
225# DL
Strict HSPU
Zac would wake me up most morning, asking to be fed. It’s now eerily silent in the wee morning hours. Aaaaand, I keep hearing him meow.
Luke and Meg are acting peculiarly and both are very clingy. Yes, I think about what they must be thinking and feeling, and I find myself saying “I miss him, too” to both of them numerous times throughout the day.
My heart physically hurts, I miss him so fucking much.
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