Chris just returned from the grocery store and excitedly displayed for me all the foods he bought for next week when competing will be over (for a few years at least), and he can stop spreadsheeting everything he consumes. The exciting diet-breaking foods he bought were the following: pistachios, cheese, and a different brand of peanut butter. Wow. Don’t go too crazy there buddy.
To accompany these crazy foods, Chris also bought many of the exact same things he has been eating during the diet but, after the diet, he will get to eat them in larger quantities. Gosh, I just don’t know if I can marry a man this CRAZY.
As a man delighting in preparation, Chris has again pre-selected the wing place where we will go to after the show on Saturday and, of course, he knows exactly what he will eat there (25 hot wings).
In other news, last weekend, we went to Chicago for my friend’s wedding. There was serious talk of photographing Chris in his posing trunks in front of The Bean, but, much to my dismay, at the last minute Chris decided it was too cold out. This would have been an awesome blog post if I had a picture of Chris in his posing trunks in front of The Bean (probably with large numbers of people gawking in the background). Alas.
In Chicago, on Saturday, we made Chris walk around the city for hours in the morning, watch us go out to lunch, and then stay up well past his 9-10 pm eastern timezone bedtime. Saturday was Chris’s planned lowest food intake day of the week so this was tough for him. He was quite the trooper though and powered through although he does look like he might eat someone in this picture taken at the wedding:
We got back to Massachusetts mid-day on Sunday which meant Chris had just enough time for some high-intensity intervals. As his gym was closed, this meant running hills. As I love running and love Chris running, whenever Chris runs hills, I feel obligated to run with him.
Chris told me we were going to run “the hill by our apartment,” and, as there are many hills by our apartment, I assumed we were going to run up the closest hill to our apartment which is very steep. Chris, however, meant that we were going to run up the absolute steepest hill you have ever seen ever, that is also sort of near our apartment. This is the kind of hill where it looks like cars will topple over backwards when driving up it.
Pictures don’t do it justice, but we took some anyway:
Note the distant background in the picture; that is the bottom of the hill.
What? Pictures aren’t enough? You want to see video footage of Chris running up the hill? Well, lucky day for you, I have video footage of Chris running up the hill! I think the video does a better job of showing the hill’s grade.
I have no idea what those weird noises in the video are. My breathing maybe? That at the end there was, “You can stop recording,” as in, “Lindy, I will throw-up on you right now if you do not stop recording this instant.” He never did vomit. (Neither did I). We call that a successful hill workout.
Three days until show number 2!