Lee, you found your core! I've been missing mine for days. I might do a few sit ups while I mull over where it might last have been seen, or felt, or heard from.
Ha! Yes, no use fighting popular currency; "core" best conveys something of what I'm doing in that area--pikes, hyperextensions, woodchoppers, landmines (which work the obliques as well as the lats). Note the scare quotes though. Even if the concept is vacuous (insofar as there are no specifically 'core muscles' or even less 'core stability muscles'), the term is more elegant than other equivalents describing the middle of the body, like
midsection, or
center, or simply
middle. I suppose I could just say the "back workout" and leave it at that, or say the back workout is
lats & lower back, but
lats & core has a nice ring to it. Linguistics has cursed me with a strong terminology fetish.
Here's how I've labeled the four st workouts (not that you asked):
Front: Chest & Bi's
Back: Lats & Core
Top: Delts, Traps, Tri's & Forearm
Bottom: Hips, Butt & Legs
Here's how they're currently ordered:
Sun--Front: Chest & Bi's
Mon--Bottom: Hips, Butt & Legs
Wed--Back: Lats & Core
Fri--Top: Delts, Traps, Tri's & Forearm
OK, OCD outburst done for the day.
I don't include abdominals/sit-ups in any of the st workout descriptions, because I like to do those almost everyday, spread them out throughout the week, cuz I don't really like doing a whole lot at once.
Thinking about signing up for the Monster Dash HM btw, trying to work up the courage to ask my wife's permission. Would like to run it in a Tarzan custom or something nearly naked. It would go well with the bare feet and chilly temps.
wednesday: early 4 miler again, same route, I'm on a kick this week. It was darker than tuesday, heard one owl in the distance, some strange bird at the start of the run, then nothing but crickets. didn't even have a car pass me. Flashed on the headlamp once in a while to check for road kill (got a feeling ima gonna step in a big-un one of these days), then gave up since the mist was waist high and it was impossible to see more than a few feet anyways. I decided that as a statistician the probability of stepping (tripping) on road kill was a Poisson distributed random variable with a very small lambda, which meant that I was unlikely to do more than a little squish over many many runs, but that eventually, over time, it would be inevitable. I was consoled that even this inevitability was more likely to be a possum or flattened raccoon that would be unlikely to do more than gross me out and trip me slightly. Not too many deer in the road I run.
Nice to see you suffer from a similar OCD professional curse!