30.9.7 A word on the weekend

Yesterday i was still healing up the forearm pulleys, and was put off of running and riding by an impending thunderstorm, and was thus compelled to drag my caboose to the iron gym. Three things came of it. First, i weighed me. Turns out i got that v4 at around 205 lbs. i don't know whether to feel good about that, or fairly depressed. At least there's a lot of room for improvement. Second, i'm not as totally weak as i expected to be. i intentionally did some bench to see what my elbow thought of me for it, and it worked just fine. Kept getting a disconcerting twinge at a certan point in every rep, but no pain-- for which i was grateful. Did keep it pretty light though. Ended up doing an all around upper-body workout. Third, i am now sore in exactly every muscle in my body not directly related to climbing. Yesterday morning i was able to set my chin down on my straightened knees. After a handful sets of straight-leg deads i'm now able to touch my toes if i squat down and sit on my heels first. i'll take that as a sign that i should maybe hit the weights a li'l more often. i'm looking really forward to getting back into serviceable triathlon shape: i really mean to lose a lot of weight before the end of this year. All in all, i can't really complain at all about the workout or my strength level considering the evil i did to my elbow ligament. i deserved surgery after that, and i'm climbing harder than i ever have two months out. i'll take that as a mercy from God.