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Sep. 3rd, 2013 07:35 amThere was a time in my life I thought the highest possible experience was scantily clad girls at the county fair. Was at faire yesterday. I've changed.
Not really worth noting but I still remember those things sometimes - am curious about what parts of me from that period of my life still remain. I'm a lot happier now.
Still want to bite everyone I see; but not as unhappy.
Actually another experience there was a disappointing reminder that size matters. I tried that hammer strength challenge thing again, and didn't do as well as last year; to add reality to injury, a few big and not terribly fit looking guys were doing the thing with no effort, challenging each other to ring it with one hand. I have trained all my life, but at my size I have to be in perfect shape and form to make thing thing ring. All my efforts, regular for years, have made me capable of scraping the bottom of the barrel of what genetics give others. Good to know.
Not really worth noting but I still remember those things sometimes - am curious about what parts of me from that period of my life still remain. I'm a lot happier now.
Still want to bite everyone I see; but not as unhappy.
Actually another experience there was a disappointing reminder that size matters. I tried that hammer strength challenge thing again, and didn't do as well as last year; to add reality to injury, a few big and not terribly fit looking guys were doing the thing with no effort, challenging each other to ring it with one hand. I have trained all my life, but at my size I have to be in perfect shape and form to make thing thing ring. All my efforts, regular for years, have made me capable of scraping the bottom of the barrel of what genetics give others. Good to know.
