HAPPY HUMPDAY!~!~!
Ended up working later than usual last night at the side job on yet another order of these crazy laboratory grade surgical instruments. These things have tolerances on them so tight they are nearly impossible to produce consistently within specification. The tolerance we are given is measured in microns which is basically taking 1 inch, dividing it into exactly 1 million even parts then you are allowed to use 39 of those 1 million parts, thicker or thinner than perfect, on a really nasty grade of stainless steel OH, BTW once they’re machined they must be heat treated then electro polished to remove the heat treat impurities & end up within tolerance! I REALLY want some of what these guys are smoking down in Houston
Got home & unwound into a nice 5 hour nap filled with goofy, actually almost entertaining, dreams last night. Oh! BTW, thanks for the heads up on the ZMA Marine! Turns out the Isatori IsaTest I began utilizing about a month ago already carries a full load on board so given your recommendation about ZMA aiding ZZZs I’ve stopped spreading the 4 caps across the day, downing them all as soon as I walk in the door at night so they can kick in by rack time & it seems to be working, along with 15Mg of Melatonin that is! Isatori talks about splitting the load, but only address PM workouts, so when I emailed them about AM workouts & dose timing their reply was basically whatever works for you, go for it! Not the most confidence inspiring customer service event in memory but fairly typical.
Arose this AM knowing it was gonna be a killer high rep, bone burning, leg day so downed the lean protein & since my Xtend won’t arrive until tomorrow chugged a 16OZ low sugar Monster Rehab energy drink for a swift kick in the starter, washing down the boiled eggs on my way out the door. Saw an AWESOME morning sky JUST coming ablaze & had to stop & shoot a picture then mounted the commuermobile & off we went!
Hit Helga’s House of Pain, spent 7 minutes pedaling an upright bike set on its fat burning program, getting the blood flowing & starting the HIIT cycle. Next on the hit parade was calf press performed on the incline leg press station. Stretched out my lacking Achilles tendons, set the palte stack, buried my heels in the platen, came to full stroke, repositioned my feet so just my toes & the balls of my feet caught the diamond plate & cranked out 20 calf stroking ankle stretching reps then stopping at the bottom with the ankles in FULL stretch for 20 seconds, cranked out another 20 Reps again stopping at full stretch for another 20 then lowered clear back down for dismount. Luckily the steel tube frame work of this rig makes for a nice assist grab on exit or I’d have to roll off on the floor after that set LOL! Stetch out the legs, grab my spreadsheet, check off the set, chug some water & stride over to the leg curl station. Set the plate stack, the seat & leg pad positions, mount & crank out 20, rest for 20, crank out 20 more, dismount, bend over & stretch! Hmmm, is it getting dark in here? I’ve heard of the bed spins but gym spins…okay, time to stop stretching bent over LOL! Grab my water bottle & chug, check off the set & stroll, okay hobble, over to the Dreadmill for a 7 minute journey across it’s fat burning program’s hill climb event & have it tell me I’ve already attained the appropriate cardio heart rate for my age upon starting, do I wish to slow the pace? NO! Rock on! Added another 20 beats per minute to the pulse by the end of 7 minutes then repeated calves, leg curls, then wrapped it all up with a 2nd 7 minutes on the bike, bringing it all home after 45 minutes total & 320 HIIT cardio calories all wrapped around 84,400 LBs of Helga’s iron, sweating like a young bull in the castration line!
Heading in to pre-flight the desk, clear diagonally across the Memphis metro, Elvis kicked in with “Burnin’ Love” on the morning radio & I couldn’t help laughing, thinking how my temp had been rising & chest was heaving this morning too but for me it wasn’t courtesy of some passionate hottie but was instead all courtesy of my iron mistress, Helga LMAO!!!
BTW, In case I’ve not explained why I call our local ATC gym Helga’s House of Pain, it’s a reference to Rock Hound’s comment to the NASA gal as she’s strapping him into the space shuttle just prior to launch in the Bruce Willis flick Armageddon but it just seems SOOO appropriate when comparing ATC & it’s array of equipment with the workplace country club gym I’d been attending over the past year.
Rock on pals!
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