I hate running, and running hates me.
For as long as I can remember.
OH press (65x5, 70x4, 65x4)
4x 250 m row
4x 200 m sprint
Except the sprints didn’t happen. I did one, thought I was dying or about to puke or something, and it was kind of obvious that I was not feeling it, so Neil told me to sit down and do nothing.
So I did the rows (fastest was 57 seconds) and one sprint (51 seconds).
It reminded me of middle school gym class, when I was embarrassed no matter what we were doing because I knew I couldn’t measure up. I’m kind of ashamed actually.