It's so effing cold in my basement, I don't want to do plyometrics first thing in the morning. I know it's over 32 degrees because there was a cup of water on my desk and it wasn't frozen, but it couldn't have been much higher than that. Anyway, I decided to do plyo after work today and not get suckered by anything that would make me skip it. I signed off at 4:00 and went strainght down to the cold basement.
I wasn't cold for very long. It was hard, as it always is after even a brief hiatus, but I got through it without a pause. I was sweating my ass off by the time I was finished and I forgot the basement was cold at all. I did peter out toward the end. The second round of jump shots didn't get my full-on explosive jump. It looked more like a token effort, but it felt like I was giving it my all. The football hero suffered as well. I wrapped it all up in time to get upstairs and sit down to dinner.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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