2015-01-08 10:15
digitaldiscipline
So, last weekend was a four-game charity fundraiser hockey tournament, in addition to my two regular league games.
6-7, 7-6, 7-1*, 5-3, 5-2, 2-5*
Yeah, those finals make it look like a warped tennis match.
* league games; the latter team (D league) was eliminated from the playoffs in a tiebreaker, and I won't be re-upping with them next season, since the other league team is being pushed out of the Saturday "Beginner+" league to compete in the D realm for the next go-round, due to being a scosh too good and coherent for the level of play in Beg+.
That is... a lot of fucking hockey, to the tune of about 2900 calories a day in estimated expenditure per my Polar HRM. About halfway through the 5th game, I could feel myself approaching the fatigue wall. The sixth game, I was leaning on it. Monday's "sixty minute easy run, shoot for 5.5 miles" was where it fell on me at around 28 minutes, at which point, I lurched back to my starting point and called it at ~34 minutes.
Took a day off, and then had a deadlift workout (and new knee sleeves to take for a test drive), which called for a heavy single at 465.
http://youtu.be/yzpGhJwJtxk
Hooray for a minor win.
Busy couple of days coming up here - need to visit the UPS depot because my delivery person can't read a fucking YES I SIGNED THIS PLEASE LEAVE THE FUCKING PARCEL note and then zip through a workout and get my uncle (dad's half-brother) from the airport, since he flew into town so we can watch the Sabres play (and hopefully[1] lose to) the Lightning on Friday, before I zip him back to the airport and then work a half day Saturday.
[1] The top prospect in this year's draft, Connor McDavid, is apparently a once-in-a-generation talent, mentioned in terms of guys like Crosby and Lemieux and Gretzky, and Buffalo is frankly fucking terrible, but playing just well enough (they are ridiculously good if they somehow survive regulation and the 5 minute overtime, since they are a league-best 6-1 in shootouts... which is essentially fucking them out of being the worst team in the league overall) to fuck themselves out of having the best shot at the #1 draft pick.
6-7, 7-6, 7-1*, 5-3, 5-2, 2-5*
Yeah, those finals make it look like a warped tennis match.
* league games; the latter team (D league) was eliminated from the playoffs in a tiebreaker, and I won't be re-upping with them next season, since the other league team is being pushed out of the Saturday "Beginner+" league to compete in the D realm for the next go-round, due to being a scosh too good and coherent for the level of play in Beg+.
That is... a lot of fucking hockey, to the tune of about 2900 calories a day in estimated expenditure per my Polar HRM. About halfway through the 5th game, I could feel myself approaching the fatigue wall. The sixth game, I was leaning on it. Monday's "sixty minute easy run, shoot for 5.5 miles" was where it fell on me at around 28 minutes, at which point, I lurched back to my starting point and called it at ~34 minutes.
Took a day off, and then had a deadlift workout (and new knee sleeves to take for a test drive), which called for a heavy single at 465.
http://youtu.be/yzpGhJwJtxk
Hooray for a minor win.
Busy couple of days coming up here - need to visit the UPS depot because my delivery person can't read a fucking YES I SIGNED THIS PLEASE LEAVE THE FUCKING PARCEL note and then zip through a workout and get my uncle (dad's half-brother) from the airport, since he flew into town so we can watch the Sabres play (and hopefully[1] lose to) the Lightning on Friday, before I zip him back to the airport and then work a half day Saturday.
[1] The top prospect in this year's draft, Connor McDavid, is apparently a once-in-a-generation talent, mentioned in terms of guys like Crosby and Lemieux and Gretzky, and Buffalo is frankly fucking terrible, but playing just well enough (they are ridiculously good if they somehow survive regulation and the 5 minute overtime, since they are a league-best 6-1 in shootouts... which is essentially fucking them out of being the worst team in the league overall) to fuck themselves out of having the best shot at the #1 draft pick.