Homeless? The "roommate" of the man who killed himself was in the park this afternoon, without his bicycle, without the dogs. Shar pei = mooshy face dog. When I returned from running, he was sleeping on a bench. He was a PhD in whoknowswhat from another country, so I hear. He kinda wandered while here in USia, and did wind up homeless. The suicidal fellow took him in years ago. Now that he's given in, though I note he only killed himself, it seems the "homeless" guy is on the street again. So, did he help? I mean I'm sure he was a sweet sweet man who tried to do what he thought was best - but rather than teach him to take care of himself, he instead gave him help in the form of protection. Perhaps without his intervention this educated nice fellow would be dead now - but so what? He may be dead soon, so all he did was give him a prolonged spiral of dysfunction and delay before his inevitable death. If he wanted to intervene and change him, I guess he'd have to figure out a way to convince the fellow to take care of himself. He didn't teach him how to fish, or the man didn't have the desire to fish enough to keep from starving.
Elbow still annoying. Doing more leggy stuff - yesterday I made sure my form was perfect on deep squats, feeling the thighs touching the calves on each one. See, I set up the bar just below my lowest, and when I dip just right I can see the barbell in the mirror go just below the top of the bar holder (I have the bar 3 holes/pegs below that). If I dip just a little bit less it's a much easier exercise, with this difference only being an inch or two. I had done 255 for 10 before, really nailing the bottom dropped my reps to 8 - but those were a really good 8. I revisited the leg press for the first time in ages, could still do 540 for 10. Crashed last night, got up at 5:30 and ran 4 miles - not sure that's a good idea after all that leg stuff, and I could feel my quads complaining the whole way. After the farmer's market I fell asleep again for at least an hour. Seems I had a deficit.