Two 3.8-mile city rides
30" Precor elliptical, incline 15 level 12. You might ask why the cardio after two days of riding. You might also have noticed I have posted no exercise entries since Thursday. You might also find the reason in the fact that yesterday I weighed 150 pounds again. I know why: chocolate. I have to stop. Months ago I bought a four-pound? bag of Ghiardelli bittersweet chips and in the past two weeks, the Tupperware that is their home has become my personal playground, in a walrus-and-carpenter-among-the-oysters kind of way. A fortnight ago it was full; now it's half full. And that's only what I eat at home. There is reasonable chocolate and then there is my recent consumption.
For camping in September I bought a big canister of salted roasted peanuts. It's good fat, right? One morning after Dot Org moved I brought the container in and left it on the counter in the breakroom. It was empty by noon. I should do that with the chips. Except that I like chocolate a lot more than peanuts.
Tricep rope pulldown, 3x10 @30
Upright row, 3x10@70
Lateral pulldown, 3x10@70
Lateral raise, 3x10@35
Assisted pull-ups, 3x10@40
Back extensions, 3x15
Last week I saw a magpie flutter by toting timbers for its castle. The blue jays (which seem well-established in Denver now) are being raucous again. Yesterday I heard and saw a robin singing (sometimes they winter through, but not this year; also, apparently our robins don't winter here but those that do are from farther north). The starlings are caterwauling--odd, since they're birds not cats--and the seed drops more slowly in the feeder.
I might have gone to the gym immediately after work, but I would have spent the entire time fretting about Shadowfax. The gym does have a bike rack, but it's against a blank brick wall instead of ten feet to the right, where it would be in front of the gym's office windows, and that brick wall is extremely close to a bus stop, so that I would see innocent waiting-for-bus-ism as suspicious loitering. Except I wouldn't've been able to see it, because of the brick wall. Hence the fretting.
So instead I came home and Blake and I worked on the front garden. I raked out its winter bed of fallen leaves, discovered new green on the lavender (the one plant that didn't grow at all last year) and on most of the other obviously happier plants. Today I have to call High Country Gardens to find out about how to trim my sophomore garden. (Blake's help consisted of commentary from the porch.)