I decided to do my weight workout at home today. Rather than do band lat pulldowns, I like to practice my pullups. Now, I don't do unassisted pullups yet. Right now, I do negatives. So I hop up and hold myself up at the top as long as I can, then lower as slowly as I can. These are surprisingly effective... and if I did them more than once a week, I might make some progress.
Anyway, I got my pullup bar out of the workout supply closet (which also happens to be the air conditioner closet)...
|This is my pull up bar, when not in use or in the AC Closet.|
After my workout, I packed up my lunch. I have a million baby food jars that, for some reason, we washed and saved. I've found they are just about the right size for one scoop of protein powder:
|Yum. Protein powder.|
Other fun sticky episodes occurred throughout the day:
I packed my daughter's bottles up, and as soon as I took the lid off, sticky milk came flooding out on my pants. Awesome.
Something was sticky at the gym. That's all I'm going to say about that.
I remember as a teenager, I used to babysit a lot. I noticed that all the houses where I babysat (with small children) were always "sticky". I guess that is just part of it. I guess for the next few years, at least, I should get used to "sticky". Although, I'm not really sure what's up with the air conditioner...