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I always get lyrics wrong, but mine are cooler
Someone, somewhere - rules in hell! (Someone wake me up - Revco)
Is, this, your god... (Spin spin sugar - Sneaker Pimps)

Pics from a happy Sat night Just ignore the spooky arms...

I don't know how I did it - out until 3am, up at 8 LJing like my usual nerdy self, hit the gym that evening! This being able to moderate a buzz is a very good thing. Kirstin was right, I have sort of snapped out of a long funk - hope it lasts, holy shit hope it lasts. The murderous rage had subsided but I was still sad.

Holy shit workout. I think I made gym-friends with that front squat guy. The gym is being good and mixed to me. More weights are flatlinning, but my legs and core are strong. My bench got stuck, but then my weighted dips shot up. Huh. I'm going to push for more back work and really hone in on the core some more. My squats were ok at 245, did 8. I now have a new goal - 3 plates on deep squats. I think that is very achievable, and I don't see a lot of guys doing that. Sorry - I'm supposed to be just focused on me, but I'm not. I like doing more deeper than the guy beside me (re-arrange those words that for fun). My legs feel different, my ass looks and feels different, it's nice.

When I hit a good set, it's really hard not to bounce, shadow box, and/or dance. Just shoot me if you ever see me doing the arms-up circuit boy pelvic pendulum in the gym. Unless I join results.

On the other hand, I'm not going to go hard-core athletic. I might find a way to study MMA. Might not. I am probably not going to set competition goals nor compete, nor will I get nutty on nutrition. I can see myself getting into the gym hard-core, competing - but no. I want to maintain it as a diversion, a hobby I can sluff off on. It's cool, but I don't want it to dominate my life or sense of self. Sure it's fun to be strong, fun to be a self-declared self-appreciated hottie, but for fuck's sake - it's just a hobby. If you want to defeat people, shoot them - you can't even fight w/o going to jail anymore. If you want to be hot, well in my case shut up. If you want endorphins, shoot heroin (you can get poppies at the farmer's market now). The gym is nice, health is great, but it's just one hobby.

I'm happy. I'm smiling. I don't know why - I guess my emotions are all scabbed over. Yay scabs!