The good news: Yesterday I lifted about 40 pounds for about 600 repetitions.
The bad news: It took me about eight hours to do it.
Sometimes it’s good to have a day when I’m not sitting on my butt behind a desk. An active, physical-work day is sure as hell a lot less boring than an hour on a treadmill, watching the timer tick down. And you get to accomplish some other things as well.
For the last several weeks, actually, almost every day I’ve been doing some sort of physical activity that involves a good hour of sweat. If I’m not doing my manual-labor day at work, I’m mowing my lawn (push mower) in 90-degree heat. If I’m not doing either, I’m working out. It’s a lot less likely to result in burnout than five or six days a week on the same damned cross-trainer at the gym.
I would, however, recommend doing it someplace with air conditioning. (And, if possible, with something you like on the TV. The one day working a few weeks back with the World Series of Poker on the TV’s just flew by. Nothing like finishing a workout by watching Hellmuth get knocked out of the Main Event by one of his former students.)