early morning workout because the dog got me up at 0500 (neighbors were fighting again). Whatever. Go in, do leg day. See some older ladies doing Smith machine squats and leaning back into the bar. Mention offhand that they might want to think about doing squats like (insert air demonstration), rather than what is essentially a hack squat. Next time I look they've dropped from 45# on each side to 25# and are ass to the grass, much better form, taking it slow. I'm so proud of them.
Fast forward to the end of leg day. go to do my handstand/pushup work. Work on a one-hand-pushup progression and handstand pushups. May or may not have eaten turf more times than I can count. I fall over and pull out my headphones from the last one-arm static hold. Look in the mirror and what do I see? The two tiny little women from earlier, laughing their asses off at me. God damnit. I collect myself, go to do handstands. Get my one minute handstands in, then start slowly lowering myself and trying for the pushups. Bail on the pushups too. At this point, a trainer has noticed them laughing and has stopped by. And it wasn't just any trainer either, it was the one super ripped gymnast trainer. God damn it. I'm not gay but I might be for him, if he asked nicely. At this point my ego couldn't take it any more. Went to do ab work and called it a day.
Got a nice shoulder pump, but fuck, my ego hurts :( I'm backtracking to one-hand-on-ball and archer pushups for a while. And might go eat a poptart.
edit: and the dog won't even leave her marrow bone to cuddle. Her priorities are solid- gainz>cuddles. but goddamnit what was that about unconditional love? She gave me a look of disgust. She must know about my failure. It's definitely poptart time.
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