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I wasn't sure whether to post about the Sunday trip, but she did (and a good job at that too) so: http://turbogrrl.livejournal.com/277001.html
I can't stop giggling that we both loved the shoes, started there and worked up. I'm totally digging these roman sandal revivals...if only fashion went this way more often, and croc/ugg less so.

I'm tired. Good good good weekend, but that much social contact over that many days has me exhausted. Coffee, coffee, choco-ice creams, clubbys, riding...all good, but lots of people. Hide now.

PISSED - going to the Dr, first I lost one of my workout sheets in the gym (I often set them aside to wash my hands, nearly as often forgetting to pick it back up). In typing up the remaining sheet, I realized my elbow has been out of wack for a month now. That. Is. Too. Much. It hurts often even when I just pick up a bookbag or groceries, so I'm going to McHealth tomorrow.

However, the biking is an awesome fun and SOCIAL workout, and I kinda like that; plus, I'm going to really get nutty with my leg lifting - perhaps return to the stiff-legged deadlifts, increase the #s and reps, revisit the leg press...and I'll never know why deadlifts don't bother my elbow.

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Well, I guess that's it then. I'm going to work for habitat for humanity Sep 29 - Oct 12, 2008 in fuckwhere, Chile. Excited and scared - both. Me, who can't seem to make the time to dust the apt (ever) is going to build part of a house. How very odd. And spendy. I have no problem saying this, while probably perfectly safe, scares me a little. Lots of money. Lots of time. Lots of being in the hands of others and fate.

I wish I could describe how the gym feels to me. I don't know why I get such a charge out of it - even now when I can only do about 3/4 or half of my exercises at all. I started with squats, but the rack next to me had a guy doing 4 plates and his 3 plate buddy. Today I just increased my weight from 10 reps at 245 to 255 (the 245 to 275 jump hadn't worked so well, going from 10 reps to only 3). I was able to do 8 reps at 255, so I think that was a good jump to make. Then I dropped it to 185 and did 20. Wow, the first 10 have me winded, and after that it just starts...so about that feeling. The accomplishment - losing sight of the guys beside me doing twice the weight, what I did was fucking incredible. I met a wall and pushed through it somehow. It was my wall, it was my pain, and I pushed through it. I feel amazing.

Happily, unlike the last time I left my workout chart in the gym (in a folder), this time someone saw the valuable piece of paper and turned it in to lost and found. My weeks of accomplishment, failure, progress, and pain remain documented! "Losing" things in the gym scares me...my workout sheet, I see some german guy wiping his ass with it "You! You call these weights! Show you what I think of your weights, girly man!" The worst were my shoes...to this day I wonder if some old guy is 'batin while sniffing my nasty old shoe.

Speaking of stuff you didn't ask about and don't want to know - anyone have any suggestions about workout dick? Fo' serious, heavy lifting kinda makes you into a pokey little acorn, like you were doused in cold water - perhaps it's nature saying "This must be a fight, I better withdraw the landing gear." Oh, and do I need duct tape to keep from going front and center? I hate sitting up from a bench set to see my pee pee looking making my shorts look downright rude. I really DON'T want to look like I'm pitching a tent in the gym, even less when it looks like a tiny tent. (right now there is a community which is happy I didn't visit this question on them) (yet).