Triceps are a bitch

I went to the gym Sunday afternoon to try to figure out what my one max rep would be for various exercises. I didn't have the workout sheet with me, so I had to try to remember as many exercises as I could. I did OK, except when I got to the triceps machine. I thought that my arms are so weak that I couldn't possibly do more than 10 with 20 lbs of weight. It turns out I could do over 120 reps. Which was a big mistake. My arms ended up burning so badly the next day. It was until Thursday that they feel almost back to normal. Not sure when I'm going to try it again; maybe this weekend. I've pumped my max speed on the treadmill up to 7.5 MPH, which is kind of exciting. Love that I can run that fast, even if it's just for a quarter mile or so.
I didn't drink too much at Streetbar after chorus on Tuesday. Had an S & S, then ice water, then another S & S. It tasted bad to me, and could only sip a little bit of it. There was only one guy who appealed to me there, Jeremy who is a bartender at Azul. But I didn't pursue anything because he is a bartender. They are a strange breed..