Greetings from New Jersey!
Good news er’body! I made it to the great state of New Jersey in one piece. Holy balls, driving a truck from VA to north NJ was sucky. It wasn’t even a big truck – only 10 feet. I am a wimp. To recap, the move went something like this:
Thursday: Packed everything up and moved it to my living room.
Friday: Got the truck, loaded it up, clean the apartment.
Saturday: Steam cleaned the carpet, drove 500 miles.
Sunday-Monday: whatever the hell we felt like doing.
It is going to be a really, really weird next few weeks. Until school starts, I am technically unemployed and leaching off my parents’ generosity. This means I can’t spend money to fill my time (because I have none) and I have no agenda that really needs doing. Hmph.
The likely result will be a lot of working out and window shopping. I like going into expensive stores and pretending what I would buy if I had a limitless bank account. JOKES ON ME.
It’s a cruel game.
Working out is good though. So is that home gym I started gathering equipment for since I can’t afford a gym membership now. Yesterday Seth and I did Rog Lawson’s “I Must Break You” workout written by Marianne Kane. We had to make a few adjustments because of equipment limitations:
- I only had 1 KB for each of us (fortunately at an appropriate weight) so the suitecase deadlift burpees became just burpees
- Renegade rows became inverted rows on my suspension trainer
- Since I only had 1 jump rope and 1 suspension trainer with us, we traded off doing those exercises when they came up.
- We did it with the 15/45 split at first, then bumped it to 30/30…. Which may have been a little too much for our out of shape butts.
It was a great time! We scared some kids out of the park and got covered in dirt.
That is the most flattering picture of me ever taken. You can’t see it, but my knees are caked with dirt too. Stupid black pants. In retrospect, I can’t believe I rolled around in the dirt in my Lulu. FACK. Oh well. Tokyo’s tail in the background of the photo looks like I have an odd piece of hair connected to my shoulder.
Does anyone else get gnarly bruises on their forearms from holding kettlebells?