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Nov. 29th, 2011 05:06 pmA badly timed entrance to the dry cleaners put me just in front of an elderly gentleman, and I was desperately trying to figure out a way that I could let him go a head of me without making it look as if I perceived him as frail (which I did). Leave the man his dignity. However, as I approached another person came to the counter. Frail my ass - the person who I got was a young female and he was served by an older male, to which he exclaimed "Sure you can help me, but I wanted her! He was too fast!"
With no goals in mind I accidentally blew through another pb in the gym. Fuck, really? 135 is no longer my yippie 1rm overhead press anymore, as today it cooley went over my head like a balloon twice rather than once. I really just wanted to hit my all around max goal of 1 plate (press 135), 2 plate (bench 225), 3 plate (squat 315), 4 plate blue (DL 405)...and I was going to do a reset, or jog, or just do something else when I was "done" or hit a plateau. I thought I was already hitting a plateau. No complaints, I just don't know what the fuck I'm doing now in the gym. I mean it's easy to keep doing 5/3/1, and now I think I've crossed a major threshold where I'm doing form not to make sure I'm not cheating or getting injured, but because it makes me lift stronger. 5 lbs stronger than last week is always fun, but...where does this go? "Is this forever?"
It's about time to do pictures. I'm more muscular even though that's not my goal at all. I mirrored today to note I could do another lighting-exaggerated 6 pack abs picture - but if I do I insist I follow it / include with it a less posed gut-out picture of reality. Too many pictures is lame, but my abs picture is early Janna which makes it almost 3 years old.
An evil canadian finished the damage that Cressey's (wife?) started in his weekly broadcast - woman hitting giant tire with sledgehammer is hot, but mostly it makes me realize "This is a workout!?" I haven't vented a tantrum in ages and really relish the idea...I think I've gotten too sterile and calm, controlled too much. Let me not kill my 17 year old self. Canadian evil just had a picture of himself inside a giant tire holding a giant mallet. This looks like fun, AND I cannot imagine a better workout for the stupid strength baginger at renfest. Tantrum, possibly an actual exercise, and a way to game the system!? Sign me the fuck up...but I don't know of any Gold's in the DC area with mallet-tire training.
Nick's Claymore / "Front towards enemy" shirt is fucking awesome on me. I know I've gotten a little bigger, but the white chest claymore on black background makes me look like a frat boy on juice (only, really short and kinda queer) (openly queer).
I realize this is probably boring to people with real lives, real goals, or just an absence of appreciation of other people's narcissism, but it's this, work, or my diablo characters...
With no goals in mind I accidentally blew through another pb in the gym. Fuck, really? 135 is no longer my yippie 1rm overhead press anymore, as today it cooley went over my head like a balloon twice rather than once. I really just wanted to hit my all around max goal of 1 plate (press 135), 2 plate (bench 225), 3 plate (squat 315), 4 plate blue (DL 405)...and I was going to do a reset, or jog, or just do something else when I was "done" or hit a plateau. I thought I was already hitting a plateau. No complaints, I just don't know what the fuck I'm doing now in the gym. I mean it's easy to keep doing 5/3/1, and now I think I've crossed a major threshold where I'm doing form not to make sure I'm not cheating or getting injured, but because it makes me lift stronger. 5 lbs stronger than last week is always fun, but...where does this go? "Is this forever?"
It's about time to do pictures. I'm more muscular even though that's not my goal at all. I mirrored today to note I could do another lighting-exaggerated 6 pack abs picture - but if I do I insist I follow it / include with it a less posed gut-out picture of reality. Too many pictures is lame, but my abs picture is early Janna which makes it almost 3 years old.
An evil canadian finished the damage that Cressey's (wife?) started in his weekly broadcast - woman hitting giant tire with sledgehammer is hot, but mostly it makes me realize "This is a workout!?" I haven't vented a tantrum in ages and really relish the idea...I think I've gotten too sterile and calm, controlled too much. Let me not kill my 17 year old self. Canadian evil just had a picture of himself inside a giant tire holding a giant mallet. This looks like fun, AND I cannot imagine a better workout for the stupid strength baginger at renfest. Tantrum, possibly an actual exercise, and a way to game the system!? Sign me the fuck up...but I don't know of any Gold's in the DC area with mallet-tire training.
Nick's Claymore / "Front towards enemy" shirt is fucking awesome on me. I know I've gotten a little bigger, but the white chest claymore on black background makes me look like a frat boy on juice (only, really short and kinda queer) (openly queer).
I realize this is probably boring to people with real lives, real goals, or just an absence of appreciation of other people's narcissism, but it's this, work, or my diablo characters...
