Day Twenty Seven… the Red Sox won?

Day Twenty Seven (vigesimo setimo dia)

Usually, Wednesdays are my “off” day from running and working out because we go to Ponta Delgada, but we’re not going this week. I got up and took Romeo out for a run with me. I was just going to take him for the first 1.8 (long loop) but, I was feeling generous so I took him for all 3.0. John and the boys really weren’t going to the gym today, so I decided to go before my class that night.

Romeo tried to “play with” [attack] a pelican, but other than that, our run was uneventful.

John and Ken needed to plan their practice for the juniors, which was funny to listen to because they don’t know all their names yet: “the blonde kid”, “that kids who plays in the back, but is really a midfielder”, etc. Bobby and I talked about student loans, and his impending departure date. Bobby also brought me a bag of over-ripe bananas so I can make them some bread. It’s not exactly the same as I make at home, and I haven’t been able to find baking soda, but it’s still good. John and Ken have to decide at practice who is going to start the game on Saturday. After this Pic-Nic meeting, John and I went home to drop the bananas off, and then went on a hiking adventure.

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There is a tiny little street behind the bombeiros (fire station) next to Barraca (super market). It takes you up behind lomba do botao. I’ve been talking in excess about the incline here. This is what is looks like, check out the angle of my feet:

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The view is worth the ascent (isn’t it always?). We hike up for about 30 minutes. Along the way we see vaca (cow), um cavalo (one malnourished horse), and hydrangea. I love hydrangeas. We saw Aloe plants, and other succulents, John’s complex, dilapidated houses and lots and lots of ocean.

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IMG_0381Here is Mira Mar’s complex

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We began to see a few houses, so we knew we were getting close to lomba do botao. We turned around and began our descent. When I went running this morning, I thought it was a beach day: so hot and sunny, and only a little muggy. About an hour later it was already clouding up. The view from atop would have been better with less clouds, but it was still linda—beautiful.

At the bottom, we decided to grab those cookies I had forgotten yesterday and so we stopped at Barraca. We headed home to have lunch. We have fruit flies everywhere: I discovered shortly after we arrived in Povoacao that because we leave our doors open we cannot leave our fruit out. All our produce goes in the fridge. This seemed to basically clear up our problem, however today, they seemed to be back with a vengeance. We looked around, but couldn’t see any food that was open, except the potatoes. Fruit flies don’t like potatoes? I questioned rather than stated. Apparently, they do. John went through them and tossed the ones that had been attacked, and now everything we have is closed or refridgerated. A small price to pay for having our doors (we don’t have any windows, save for the one lone skylight upstairs) wide open two days before November. There is no indication that we will have colder weather anytime soon. We hear it rain often at night, but by 9 or 10am, it has cleared.

I had an egg and ham sandwich for lunch. One, beacuse they are delicious, and two, we have a LOT of eggs.

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I headed off to the gym early, stopping by Ken&Bobby’s to drop off half a loaf of banana bread and grab Bobby’s speaker (even exchange? It’s gotta be close). The gym was nearly empty. I did back squats to military presses, tricep cable throw downs to staggered push-ups, and goblet squats to pull-ups. I foam rolled (is there really controversy over self myofascial release?) because my legs are so sore from hill running and mountain hiking.

IMG_0397Banana bread pre-bake: experimented with putting Chocapic cereal in one half.

I headed up to Toronto Nights and found a very tired looking Lina—she felt as though she had the flu. Not everyone speaks English, and the ones who don’t mostly understand me. I had Sao and Judite to help me translate, and I even learned a few new words and phrases. Without Lina, I had 16 women. Tessa and her friend Yiza showed up and even invited me to a party they are having Friday night. I have plans to go to dinner with Lina, Carla, and Paula—they call it their “Desperate Housewives” night—but I may join them after. They told me I could bring my friends, and I assumed they meant John and Ken&Bobby. One of the diehards in my class, Sao, who grew up in New Bedford, told me her son (who is currently living in New Bedford) told her to tell me that the Red Sox are “wicked awesome” and that he thinks they will win tonight. My heart ached just a little.

I headed home to Skype with my other family: the Luccheses. They caught me up on all-things-Sudbury and Carlos showed his face repping the Red Sox on his shirt, who won the World Series tonight for the first time at Fenway in 95 years. I haven’t been homesick at all, but I seriously wish I was in home in Boston for that.

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Day Twenty Six… Pic-Nic gets personal

Day Twenty Six (vigesimo-sexto dia)

I got up around 9:30am, made myself some tea, took Romeo out, and finally, after hearing not a peep from John, I went for a run. It was about 10:30am, and as is my new routine, I took Romeo for the first loop. I took John’s watch, too. I took the long loop which involves some switchbacks on the other side of the river. I am pretty sure it is 1.8 miles, and it took me and Romeo 18:30 to complete it. I dropped him off with still not a sound from John. I set off for another loop (finishing at 35:30) and a half which I think was about 4.0 miles (40:00). When I got home just after 11:00am John still was sound asleep. This time I was concerned, “John! Are you sick?” I said to wake him up. “No. I was up all night, didn’t you hear me?” No, I didn’t hear you, I thought, a freight train could drive down the street and I wouldn’t wake up. I did hear him get up to open the door because it was hot, and then shut it because it was loud, but I fell quickly back asleep after both of those episodes.

He began to get up and I decided to fore-go going to the gym by myself now and instead made a plan to sneak in a session before my class. I showered, and John and I walked to Pic-Nic. Ken&Bobby got there soon after us, having come from the gym. They talked about Game of Thrones, because Ken&Bobby are the ones who got John started on this obsession. John got the sopa de dia which he does sometimes, and today it was a peixe soup. It is only one euro for a big ol’ bowl, and it was pretty delicious. I vowed to attempt to make soup. And peixe. For some reason, cooking fish makes me nervous. I am afraid I will either undercook it or overcook it and it will be dry. I. will. try.

We went home, John to finish Game of Thrones Season Three, and me to get my shopping list and head back out. I am still practicing my Portuguese using anything I can.

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On my way to the larger supermercado, I went to DAP, the electronic store where I bought my hair dryer and Casa Batista, which looked like a cute store that sold lots of different things. We walk by them all the time, and aside from that one extremely productive trip, I’ve never been back to DAP and I’ve never been to Casa Batista at all. Today is the day.

DAP, it turns out, doesn’t just sell electronics, but also dining room, living room, and bedroom furniture and furnishings. It is four floors. Other than peaking at toaster ovens (too pricey now that we’re ballin’-on-a-budget) nothing caught my eye. On to Casa Batista.

This store has two floors and a lot of clothing. Mostly women’s and children’s, but they carry men’s and women’s shoes (I did look at the boots), and lots of home furnishings. I looked at the watches, because John needs his to run practices which are always during my classes. But none were cheap enough or plastic enough. So I decided to go to one of the Chinese stores. Actually, I went to two of them.

These stores remind me of the stores in Provincetown, MA. So much stuff so close together you can hardly turn around without hitting a stand for €1/pair earrings, or headbands, or leggings. The first shop had watches, but none that I wanted. The second store (owned by Romeo’s friend Lele’s parents) had a purple plastic watch for €7.50. Perfect.

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I finally went to the supermarcado and got everything except cookies (how could I forget those??). John and I have been eating so many of these biscuit with chocolate sandwich cookies. We have ventured out and tried ones with vanilla in the middle and strawberry. They are all delicious. While I forgot the cookies, I obviously remembered the chocolate. As I told John: I am not going to miss Halloween, just the candy.

Missions completed, I headed home. One of the things on my market list was bolos levedos which Ernes had originally bought for us when he took us to Furnas. I knew it wouldn’t be as good, but I needed some. Ever since that day he took us to Furnas and bought us bolos levedos I have been fantasizing about having one filled with peanut butter. Since we got the package from my dad, I can finally make my dream a reality.

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John and I have been trying to get creative since we’re limited on space and equipment. One thing we hadn’t tried yet (but knew we could do) were single arm shoulder presses with a bar. We used a 45lb bar pushed up against the wall, on top of my sweat towel, with a 10kg plate (John added more weight for his turns once Marco and Ernes saw us putting up the same weight!).

I did:

  • Deadlifts (89lbs) x15
  • Repeats on the sidewalk: 4/ 3/ 2/ 1
  • Single arm shoulder press x10E
  • Push-up rows w/weight x10E
  • x3

Single leg RDLs x10E x3

Mini shoulder-arm circuit x10E

  • Frontal raise
  • Lateral raise
  • Bicep curls
  • Bent rows
  • Tricep kickbacks
  • x2

Remember our friend from Pic-Nic who puts bacon on our burgers and helped me with the final stage of mission-steal-the-tire-from-the-gas-station-with-romeo-attached-to-my-waist? Well, he has a name: Dyago. And he work outs at ALKE. He weighed about 150lbs more at 18 then he does now at 22. He works at Pic-Nic and works out at ALKE and most importantly he reads my blog. And he likes my blog!

John went to shower before heading to meet the guys at Pic-Nic. Arsenal was playing Chelsea at 6:45pm. Ken is a diehard Arsenal fan. I borrowed some plates from Ernes and headed over to my classroom above Toronto Nights. Thank goodness only 11 women showed up. Nineteen is fun once-in-awhile, but too many for every night.

I met the guys at Pic-Nic to “watch the game”/work-on-my-blog-that-people-who-work-at-Pic-Nic-read. Near the end of the game, I headed home to shower before dinner. Since John didn’t have practice we ate at a reasonable hour (9:30pm!). John was in charge of our meal, but I don’t like sitting around so I helped. We had DIY Pic-Nic burgers (with eggs from Lina and Ernes, and bacon) and hashbrowns. #thisiswhyirun

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Day Twenty Five… I have a hero, and her name is Jackie.

Day Twenty Five (vigesimo cinco dia)… I have a hero, and her name is Jackie.

Day three sans-GPS watch, but I’m not running so it’s OK. We decided to go to ALKE Fitness a little later (30 minutes) than usual so we would miss the crowd, since we both had to shower there. Ken&Bobby met us, too. As soon as we walked in, Ernes said he had a surprise for us. He said he knew we liked music, so he gave us a music magazine in it’s cellophane wrapper. “Just kidding,” he said, taking it away. Ernes has a very dry sense of humor. Then he handed us the package from home we’ve been waiting two weeks for!! He also bought a giant bag of protein for John, Ken, and Bobby.

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My legs were sore from my lomba running on Sunday, so after I warmed up a little with the jump rope, I sat down with my friend Foam Roller.

We did each superset three times:

  • 15 Goblet squats
  • 30 Deaccel jump rope
  • 15 DB bench
  • John: 30 plyo push-ups, Liza: 15 Burpees w/push-up
  • John: 15 SB roll-outs, Liza: 15 hanging leg raises
  • John: 30 hanging rot. knee tucks, Liza: 30 alt. V-ups

Ken&Bobby (among other things) did tire flips and decline push-ups outside.

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We showered and headed home to drop our 5 litre water containers that Lina and Ernes fill up for us and the package from home off. I also forgot an important article of clothing when I packed my bag for the gym, and I didn’t want to sit down at Pic-Nic without them. We went home and immediately opened up our package. Of course, this is the first thing we see:

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Thanks, Dad. By the time we got this, the Sox are tied in the World Series.

There was PB (thank goodness), dove soap, and proactiv for us. My dad took care of Romeo, equally.

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John immediately scooped some PB into his protein shake and we were off to Pic-Nic for a galao. It’s Monday, so after coffee we went shopping at Fatima’s under the boys’ apartment on Mira Mar’s tab.

John continues to be obsessed with Game of Thrones (until he finished Season three). I cleaned the apartment, and headed back to ALKE for my class. This one was my biggest yet. I had 17 women at the beginning of the warm-up, which was good since I was set up for 18. A few minutes later, Tessa and her friend Yiza (pronounced: Shiza) show up. It messed me up a little, but we were able to make-do. Nineteen women!

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It’s hard to run a class this big in a small space with no equipment, but everyone works hard and has fun. I have been trying to change things up as best I can, and the ladies appreciate all of it.

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When I got home, I finished making dinner. Tonight was a big deal for John: he was asked to be the head coach for the Junior team (kids are between 14 and 18). John asked Ken to assist him and tonight was their first practice. I made frango (chicken) the only way I have made it: with a caramelized onion, arroz, and frozen veggies. John loves it. The kids already love John (he has been doing their strength, conditioning, and agility training since August), and are excited to have him as a coach.

After dinner, John returned to watching Game of Thrones and I read. Then my phone went off and I couldn’t believe my eyes… I thought I was imagining things. My hero appeared, and her name was Jackie:

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I was so excited! I cancelled my order with amazon.co.uk for £120 which works out to be $200. I don’t even care how long it takes that watch to get to me. I am so grateful I have friends like Jackie and Gunter (who happen to have an extra one laying around). Jackie’s sister Nikki has been trying in earnest to hook me up with a new free one from Nike (which is, in fact, how I obtained my first one).

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John has suffered from borderline insomnia since we’ve been here. I am oblivious; I went to sleep a happy girl.

Day Twenty Four.. I complete a lomba and John watches Game of Thrones

Day Twenty Four (vigesimo quarto dia)

It is Daylight Savings time here in Portugal, but we later find out that this hasn’t happened in the States yet. I wanted to run 8.0 miles today, but I have no idea how far that is, and I don’t have my GPS watch. I took Romeo for one extended lap around the vila which took 18 minutes and I figure to be about 1.75/1.8 miles. After I dropped him off, I ambitiously headed off for lomba do alcaide, where Lina and Ernes live. It is manageable, but difficult. I did a few out-and-backs down some parts of the lomba to get a break from the constant ascent. After about 25 minutes, I made it to what I believed to be the top of the lomba. It leveled off for a while (thank ye, jesus), then began to creep up again. Lina told me if I kept running, eventually I would hit lomba de loucao. After a long while, I hit the end of lomba do alcaide, you know you hit the end of something here because there is a sign with that thing’s name on it (Povoacao, lomba de cavaleiro, etc) with a giant red slash through it. But this road kept going after the sign, up a mountainside, and not back around to the vila as lomba do loucau would. I turned around and headed down one rua, when that turned out to be a dead end, I turned around and tried a different one. I kept figuring that if I couldn’t figure out the way, I could always turn around and go back down lomba do alcaide. I came to a rua that went straight down, and I was committed before I had a chance to choose otherwise. However, it didn’t just go straight down, but straight back up, like a giant V. I got to the bottom and halfway back up before I had to break. I paused my stopwatch for about 30 seconds, then hoofed it up to the top. I was on lomba do loucao. I crossed over to the side where Pedro’s sister lives and began my descent. Once I finally, finally, got back to the vila, I was at about 1:18:00. I did two more laps around the vila which I know to be 1.2 miles each, and finished at 1:31:00. I am calling it between 8.25 and 8.5 miles.

I did stop somewhere near the beginning of lomba do alcaide to take these:

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If you look one set of buildings in from the river road, you can see the golden-yellow curtains from our kitchen.

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When I got home, I packed up my backpack and John, Romeo, and I walked up to Ken&Bobby’s (Majid and Adam live there, too, but we don’t see them a lot) so I could shower with warm water. Romeo LOVES it there—he howls right when he gets in the door. He howls even when no one is there and I bring him on a walk to bring Bobby’s speaker back. I gave Bobby some banana bread the other day, so I think our relationship is coming to more equal ground. Majid is terrified of dogs, but we’ve been using Romeo to break him down. It’s working.

Thank goodness Lina gave us a pizza-and-a-half to take home last night—the only food we have is frozen, and we can’t cook without propane. Luckily, the broiler is an electric function, so we were able to eat it warm, albeit cheese-less. We had it for lunch and again for dinner. Manchester City played Chelsea, so we went to Pic-Nic once I was clean. John and I had eaten lunch there on Saturday; he a Pic Nic burger and me a bifana (which was pretty good). After Chelsea won 2-1, we went home. John has been on this Game of Thrones kick (read: complete and total obsession) so he watched an episode while I finised Freakonomics (which I enjoyed!). We had a Skype date with my parents and my brother at 4:30pm EST, which is usually 8:30pm here. At 7:30pm, I started getting invites to join their google hangout. I was so confused!! I started Facebook messaging my brother saying vague things like “I thought our date was at 4:30?” Apparently, Daylight Savings time happens at different times in different parts of the world. We had gained an hour but Bostonians hadn’t. Not for another week, at least.

Who are these crazy people invading my screen?

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My Dad is telling a story which I’m pretty sure involved running out of post-it notes. My mother got creative by TAPING a PIECE OF PAPER to her PURSE and trying to walk into CVS. My Dad asked her to please take the note off her bag before she walked in, she ripped the note and couldn’t figure out what she needed. #isthisreallife ?

Day Twenty Three / Sabado!

Portugal: Day Twenty Three… No Propane, No GPS watch, but(!) Rodizio de Pizza @ Toronto Nights

Friday night I thought we were running a little low on propane (which I’ve been increasingly nervous about since Day Two. My shower went from hot to cold, but would continuously go back to hot. Saturday, after my maybe-3-mile run with Romeo, I was pretty sure we were out. We can’t get a new tank until Monday, so I wash my hair under the faucet, and rinse off as best I can with the sub-zero water.

When I was getting ready for my run something terrible, almost unmentionable happened: my GPS watch died. DIED. It had absolutely no display, which is what happens when the battery is dead, too, but I had just plugged it in the day before. The battery, I knew, was charged—my watch was really dead. In a runner’s world, marked by numbers: distance, current pace, average pace, time elapsed, calories… I was lost. I took Romeo and John’s watch out for 29:27 and I called it three miles. At home, when my watch wasn’t charged I would just turn on my Nike+ app. At home, in my completely-technology-dependent life. But, alas, I have no data service here. The lombas are hard to figure out on google maps, so it is hard to even plan a run and then execute it. I am depressed. #firstworldproblems

After my watch incident, and the lack-of-hot-water-realization, I was seriously looking forward to all-you-can-eat pizza coupled with all-you-can-drink beer at Toronto Nights. There was a game on (I can actually tell you that Madrid played Barcelona; it’s easier for me to remember the teams when they correspond to places I want to go), so John headed to Pic-Nic and I met him there after my 29:27 run. Bobby, Ken, and I made a bet for who could eat the most pizza. If you’ve seen me eat, you know I had more than a fair shot to win. And Lina was making me my own nao queijo pizza. I was ready for the challenge.

After the game, I took Romeo for a walk, John confirmed there was no propane by attempting to shower, and we walked over to Toronto Nights. Joe and Carla were already there and we were quickly joined by Ken&Bobby. The last time Lina held a Rodizio de Pizza she seated 70 people and she turned away another 30. This time there were only about 30 people. There was salad and garlic bread, and literally all the pizza you could eat. Ernes brought my pizza over to our table; pepperoni, bacon, pineapple, pepper, onions, and mushrooms. I couldn’t resist the salad and garlic bread (and beer) so I copped-out at five slices. Ken&Bobby each finished eight, and tied for first place.

We sat with Carla, Joe, Ken, Bobby, Xana, and Marco. We were the “English-speaking table”. Joe grew up in Providence, and Carla lived in Dartmouth, MA for a year, so there was a lot of American culture at our table. We got into a heated debate at one point about the definition of racism; which, at its core, seems to be a cultural one. What highly-sensitive American’s find racist, doesn’t seem to be racist in present-day Azorean culture. We were able to move past this increasingly-awkward and increasingly-heated debate and finish our pizza-and-beer (which felt very American). Once we were done stuffing our faces with pizza, Lina and Ernes (along with her brother Emanuel and his wife Louisa) doled out dessert: homemade cinnamon cookie ice cream, or homemade chocolate mousse. I opted for the mousse, but when Carla couldn’t finish her ice cream, I obliged her by finishing it.

We walked home full and happy.

Day Twenty Two…

Portugal: Day Twenty Two (vigesimo segundo dia)

Friday. After Romeo got his morning-relief walk, John and I set off for ALKE. After last Friday’s 7:38 mile, I wanted to see what this Friday held. John went inside to warm-up, and I hit the pavement. This time I finished in 6:47! Unfortunately, this will be the last mile I log for a while officially, because my GPS watch shits the bed on day 23.

John and I decide to do a high rep circuit. Five exercises, 20 reps, 3 rounds.

  • Squat to OH press
  • Tricep throw downs with a cable machine
  • Decline sit-ups with weight
  • Thrust frogs (I did tire flips!)
  • Reverse fly’s (I did decline push-ups)

After that, I did a three plank circuit (center, right, left @ :30 x3). John did leg lifts and suitcases.

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The start of week four and we almost have a routine; Friday includes taking Romeo on a long walk to the harbor so I can do some errands and go to the fruit market. We got about halfway down the block and realized we didn’t have a poop bag, but Romeo went this morning. We decided not to worry about it. Then we got all the way down the block, and I realized I didn’t have my check book. I needed to send some cash-money home. We turned around and I ran upstairs and retrieved a poop bag, two checks, two pieces of paper, and a pen.

We walked back down to the post office. Romeo shit while I was in there, so I was glad we went back. The woman in CTT (the Portuguese USPS) didn’t speak very much English, but we managed to figure it out. She sold me two international envelopes, with postage, for €3.80. We walked to Ken&Bobby’s to grab their past-ripe bananas. I wanted to make banana bread again, but the bananas here are so small, and we actually eat a lot of bananas, we had to combine forces. This time I used 9 small bananas (three times as many as I would at home) and I doubled the other ingredients from the last time. I managed to fill my large glass baking pan, and which was enough to share with Lina and Ernes, Ken&Bobby, and still have plenty for our greedy selves.

I had my biggest night at ALKE yet: 17 women. Serenela came with a friend, and Tessa (the Italian/Belgium environmental activist) showed up again. We have a lot of fun, and tonight I was able to workout with them. I’ll post it at the bottom, so I don’t bore you.

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I got to Skype with my cousin Meg for a while before John came home. We had spaghetti and meat sauce again for dinner, and then homemade cinnamon buns from Lina for dessert.

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ALKE:

I’ve added jogging around the carpet into our routine. So we did :30, :45, and 1:00 intervals. With high knees and skips, too.

After our dynamic warm-up, we started with a core circuit:

:20 on / :10 off

  • Bicycles
  • Rev crunches (with hip lift)
  • Russian Twists
  • Suitcases
  • :30 rest

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First Circuit, :30 / :15

  • Trail leg squats L (with aerobic step)
  • Trail leg squats R
  • Staggered push ups (using step)
  • Thrust frogs

x4, no rest

Second circuit, :30 / :15

  • Lateral bounds
  • Side dips R
  • Side dips L

x4, no rest

repeat core circuit.

Day Twenty One: WAIT.. what’s a kilo again?

Portugal: Day Twenty One (vigesimo primeiro dia)

As soon as I got up, I went to marinate the meat for our carne asada. It was delicious the first time we had it. I took the meat out of the freezer and took off the saran wrap. I bought a bigger package this time, and it smelled totally wrong. I flipped over the wrap to read the label. Oh, it was pork, not beef. No worries. I put the meat, two mini beers, a chopped onion, and olive oil and salt in a large glass baking dish. Romeo and I got ready to run. It had been pouring when I woke up, but it seemed to be easing up.

I wanted to do 5.0, so I took Romeo for my first two laps around the vila. Right before we got back home, the sky opened up and we got soaked. I dried and dropped Romeo off and headed back out to finish my run. Luckily, the rain eased up again and the sun came out.

When I got back, John and I headed off for ALKE Fitness. I considered myself warm, so I foam rolled while John rode the bike.

We did 3 rounds of two tri-sets:

  • DB Bench x15
  • Box blast w/weight x10E
  • Decline sit-up w/weight x15
  • Single Leg RDL x15E
  • Single Arm bent row x15E
  • SB Pikes x15

I have been trying to figure out the KG dumbbells since we got here: I fully understand the rate of kilogram:pound. It is 2.2 lbs for each kg, i.e. a 5kg plate weighs 11lbs. However, I was convinced that a 5kg dumbbell also weighed 11lbs and couldn’t figure out why I FELT SO WEAK. Why could I barely throw up 15kgs total (7.5kg each… approx 16.5lbs) dumbbells on the bench when I could throw up 50lbs (two 25lb dumbbells) at home? I kept asking John: does the handle weight a lot? What is the difference? The 5kg plates don’t feel as heavy as the 5kg dumbbells, right?

Math is hard enough, but when I’m trying to catch my breath and keep up with John it is almost impossible. On my third round I got through 7 DB bench presses before I almost dropped the weight. I switched them out for the last few reps. What was my problem?! After John and I discussed for a moment it hit me: a 5kg dumbell has two 5kg plates on each end. Meaning it weighs 22lbs, not 11lbs. And the 7.5KG dumbbells I had were twice that; I was throwing up 66lbs, not 33lbs! While my biceps were beginning to hypertrophy, my brain was beginning to atrophy.

I felt like the opposite of this:

 https://www.facebook.com/ShaneKoyczanPoetryMust. Read. More. Books. I downloaded Freakonomics to make up for my downward spiraling intelligence.

After the gym, I cut up more veggies for our carne asada. I quickly realized we were going to have way more food this time around. I met Bobby at the gym to commandeer his speaker and I invited him & Ken over for dinner. After I taught at ALKE, I went home and added the potatoes, carrots, garlic and churrizo to the meat and onion mixture that had been cooking for a few hours. I Skyped with my ex-ex-ex-roomie Cathy in San Diego.

Screen Shot 2013-10-24 at 8.38.07 PMTiny little me and John in the corner. If you can’t tell, I am repping the Red Sox! It didn’t work this time, as this was right before Thursdays’ Game Two.

Ken&Bobby had gone to the juniors’ training with John and they all came home around 9:00pm. We ate the carne asade with an entire package of rice and the two bottles of €1.89 wine I got from the store under their apartment earlier. We finished the night at Pic-Nic with some cappuccinos and pastries. I have increased my galao intake to two per day, since my milk-hives seem to be getting smaller.

ALKE workout:

We did a cardio circuit first:

:35 on / :15 off

  • Box blasts
  • Squat jumps
  • Mountain climbers
  • Full sit ups
  • 1:00 jog around room

x3

Then, we did a strength circuit, :35/:15

  • OH tricep ext
  • Frontal raises
  • Uneven squats, R
  • Uneven squats, L
  • SB leg curls
  • SB push-ups
  • Alt v-ups
  • Plank

x3, no rest