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Jun. 21st, 2015 09:19 pmIf you happen to troll both, my fuckyoufacebook post today is just for fun - I'm not actually upset about my dead dad this Father's day. I just can imagine that's a stupid fucking thing to do though, suggest a post on a day people may be upset on their own.
The gym is getting really schedule complex - the gf is very fucking fit, but does classes, so I am far more likely to tailor my workout to her schedule. Also, she has amazing gams and I love checking her out in the gym even if she, oddly, doesn't run around in teeny-neon-sports-bra; not even with a floppy transparent torn shirt over it. I know, right?
Sadly we're still acting like we're on vacation after returning from vacation...part of the time together is collapsing from our time together. It's a vortex of ... good relationshippy stuff.
But...what do I write about? Race! No, that's trite. I can share a dad and race story:
Dad managed first one, then several WBell stores - a catalog jewelry store that no longer exists (and the genre died as well). He fought a battle with higher-ups when he wanted to reward his employees with what they wanted. The corpo lackeys wanted super sterile reward charts to standardize things - he noted that the college kids didn't care what they made but cared greatly about schedule flexibility. The older crowd had kids, and cared about nothing more than money. So he fought to give money to the people who wanted it and flexibility, but not money, to the people who wanted that. The college kids were generally white, the parents black.
Actually another - I told my dad once I was jealous of black hair. I was always worried about what my hair looked like, used a hair dryer, and it always seemed not to do what I want. I said it would be so cool just to cut your hair short and have that curly head of hair that ... I didn't even know why they combed it as it never was out of place. My dad said well it may look like that, but look in our men's room...it may be short but it's always falling out and you can see the little hairs in the sink - he was right.
Ooooooh I talked about race kinda oooooooooh...
Oh the gym. I look like I was beaten with a rubber hose. So we went to Ballston super early as she had 2 classes she was going to do because she's insane, and when I got to my squat racks I realized I left my belt at home. However, I did my warmups and then dashed to the desk to find, YES, they have a loaner harbinger lifting belt! So I lifted with that on...and found I fucking hate it. Mike drank the coolaid on http://www.bestbelts.net/ (who is about $100 and so overbooked they're not even taking new orders right now) and I've had luck using his. However, the things are expensive so I haven't rushed to get one (also sadly, they now all seem to be suede when I'd rather leather). Well the gym belt was a harbinger, the most common brand of wrist wraps. Well...it worked, but it pinched and felt odd being larger in the back. I got my meh lift, 285 x 3, but for the pinching I got some stupid bruising for my efforts. So, get a good belt is still on the agenda. I was able to do 5x10 at 185, and did my romanians to finish before trying to do farmer's with a hex bar.
I realize this is a foreign language to many - does not need to be read. With my yoga flexibility still trying to recover crap, it was 2 hours in the gym.
The gym is getting really schedule complex - the gf is very fucking fit, but does classes, so I am far more likely to tailor my workout to her schedule. Also, she has amazing gams and I love checking her out in the gym even if she, oddly, doesn't run around in teeny-neon-sports-bra; not even with a floppy transparent torn shirt over it. I know, right?
Sadly we're still acting like we're on vacation after returning from vacation...part of the time together is collapsing from our time together. It's a vortex of ... good relationshippy stuff.
But...what do I write about? Race! No, that's trite. I can share a dad and race story:
Dad managed first one, then several WBell stores - a catalog jewelry store that no longer exists (and the genre died as well). He fought a battle with higher-ups when he wanted to reward his employees with what they wanted. The corpo lackeys wanted super sterile reward charts to standardize things - he noted that the college kids didn't care what they made but cared greatly about schedule flexibility. The older crowd had kids, and cared about nothing more than money. So he fought to give money to the people who wanted it and flexibility, but not money, to the people who wanted that. The college kids were generally white, the parents black.
Actually another - I told my dad once I was jealous of black hair. I was always worried about what my hair looked like, used a hair dryer, and it always seemed not to do what I want. I said it would be so cool just to cut your hair short and have that curly head of hair that ... I didn't even know why they combed it as it never was out of place. My dad said well it may look like that, but look in our men's room...it may be short but it's always falling out and you can see the little hairs in the sink - he was right.
Ooooooh I talked about race kinda oooooooooh...
Oh the gym. I look like I was beaten with a rubber hose. So we went to Ballston super early as she had 2 classes she was going to do because she's insane, and when I got to my squat racks I realized I left my belt at home. However, I did my warmups and then dashed to the desk to find, YES, they have a loaner harbinger lifting belt! So I lifted with that on...and found I fucking hate it. Mike drank the coolaid on http://www.bestbelts.net/ (who is about $100 and so overbooked they're not even taking new orders right now) and I've had luck using his. However, the things are expensive so I haven't rushed to get one (also sadly, they now all seem to be suede when I'd rather leather). Well the gym belt was a harbinger, the most common brand of wrist wraps. Well...it worked, but it pinched and felt odd being larger in the back. I got my meh lift, 285 x 3, but for the pinching I got some stupid bruising for my efforts. So, get a good belt is still on the agenda. I was able to do 5x10 at 185, and did my romanians to finish before trying to do farmer's with a hex bar.
I realize this is a foreign language to many - does not need to be read. With my yoga flexibility still trying to recover crap, it was 2 hours in the gym.
