So on Wednesday I did my push-up and sit-up improvement and then forced myself (against my will) to do some pull-ups.  There I sat – all smug, all night – because I had done some “extra work”.  I stepped out of the shower (late, right before bed) and got struck by a lightning bolt: I didn’t do my scheduled cardio.  Doh.  

I was supposed to do a 40-minute spin on the bike trainer yesterday as a substitute for the 4-mile easy run I couldn’t do and instead I sat around all night and didn’t do it.  Didn’t even think of it.  For Pete’s sake.  Sometimes I amaze even myself.  And not in the good way.

But at least the workout that I did remember went fairly well.  Wednesdays are currently my “speed and continuous movement” workouts.  Five sets of 30-seconds with 30-seconds of rest.  Same for both push-ups and sit-ups.  Short, fast and furious.  I’m not even going to pretend that I remember the numbers for my push-ups.  I tried (I do know I did thirty on the first set).  But there was too much heavy breathing and too little brainial oxygen.  Yes, that’s a word.  No, you shouldn’t look it up.

For the sit-ups I did 25, 25, 25, 23 and 23.  For the set sets of max pull-ups I did 10-8-6.  

My ankle seems to be getting better in that at least I haven’t thought about it or been aware of it for 12-24 hours.  Two more solid days of rest and it should be ready for a test drive.