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Sometimes that navel-gazing pays off. I was mighty pissed that I failed to hit 540 on the leg press the other day. Yesterday I revisited the issue as my time to repeat the feat was back. What I found was that my deadlift form was bad, so while I was picking up 275 lbs, I think my back was rounding - and I KNOW my legs were not taking the brunt of the assault. So I tried to adjust form as best I could, and while my quads didn't really get hit, I did manage to shift some more to my legs and made the glutes tired. I felt a BAD bit small twinge in my gut while doing deadlifts, and that was the end of that. I was in better shape when I got to the leg-press-sledd, but I also noticed I wasn't bringing the weight all the way down. I did 500 lbs, and am happy with that - made me tired. I think I'm not at 540 but could pull it off when a) I didn't deadlift in a way that really tired the legs first, b) didn't drop it all the way down until my legs were totally folded. So I identified what went wrong in the gym. If only I could have as much progress on my brain.

It's weird looking forward to spring when the most certain thing you can see is the ability to open the windows. Hooray. "A world of possibilities" sounds exciting until you live it and the possibilities fail to materialize for a period of time.

On the other hand, I have sweet shiny new knives. For the cooking I don't do.

Today I return to boxing.

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Go ask ogre is more compelling than I expected. It's aggravating and fascinating at the same time - inane 17 year old rantings, amazed that ogre was interacting with the girl on a personal level (what a sweetie).

Listening to patrick the bunny on netmusique/electrique. I'm going out tonight but...I'm so close to staying home. I do feel like a quiet night. It's confusing - I have a huge urge to go to apex, would love to be anon and just dance with the mirror. On a real dance floor. I also considered baltimore (mellon isn't going out), liberation (lame dance floor and unfamiliar), ubu (I always get lost in that area). I dunno...wow my writing in here sounds much like that rambling 17 year old. I'm not 17. I'm probably going out, probably to my club, probably going to be quiet though. I'm watching others' lives and just feeling amazed. I'm not emotional for once though, which is a nice break. I think I'm recharging - in that introvert way. I could stay in, would be nice. I could to out, but I have a very low tolerance for adventure tonight. No, it's a quiet night at home spellboundy.