[There. i'm outta the closet... i'm white.)
Steph's in San Diego on the beach for the weekend for a "business trip", and i've got the kiddos for the duration. Only the peeps-in-law offered to keep the two eldest for the night so i could acclamitize to breast feeding in the middle of the night, and they offered to keep Katja for a coupl'a hours so i could go workout. So i took 'em up on it. SENT m' FIRST V5 TODAY. :D Steph called and i told her, and she seemed not to really give a rat's ass, so i'll declare it to you 'cuz i have no other friends out of whom i might hope to get a "Hey, cool. 'Attaboy." THEN i nearly sent another much harder one, but i fell on the last move. But it'll go when i'm a tad fresher. Dude! i've broken into v5! And in eight-ball slick rental shoes. And it was a cool problem, but it was sorta' anticlimactic 'cuz i just walked it. Didn't really feel that hard. i need to take a week off more often. Weird having biceps that weren't basically a source of undiluted agony. (Although i'm pretty sure i rethrashed 'em. Climbed for three hours.) Hooked up with this one guy i climb with occasionally, then a couple other cats showed up working the same stuff, and the energy of having a bunch of competing testosterone racing you for the send is... motivating. Very nice to trip onto that scene once in a while.
Yesterday i went in for the promised straight leg deads and hanging leg raises. i probably did too much weight on deads for having not done 'em in so long. i hurt. i need to do that more often. And i too need to get back on the game with the cardio. Word.
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ATTABOY!! That's the SHIZZNITT right there my brother. V5! Very nice indeed. And don't worry about the lack of props from Steph. All women (I've decided) are oblivious to most things meaningful to us and relatively non-meaningful to the rest of the world. For example, I could come home in the next few weeks and tell Meg that I finally pulled 500lbs. She would look at me blankly (as she has so many times in the past) and fake a "WOW!". It means nothing to her because she has no idea how heavy 500lbs is. For all she knows, any guy that works out regularly can pull 5. Maybe that's a bad analogy. Who gives a poo. I'm giving you HUGE props! I have only a dim recognition of how hard that is and I think it's bad ass. Imagine me smiling huge for you and giving high fives and all that crap. That's what I'm doing now. Very cool. Call me this weekend and tell me about the climb.
'Preciate that, yo. So come up here and ski in a coupl'a weekends. Or at least let's hook up in Amarillo next weekend, maybe? That'd thrill yer parents' souls. Peace out.
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