Strange and stormy days... There're snow flurries cavorting about out of doors. Yesterday i was forced into shorts to avoid heat stroke. i'm hoping the ominously equivocating maelstrom sounding off from my own south hole portends only that i'm really hungry, and not that i'll be decanting any future stools into the porcelein void. i'm confident, though, that the veggie Italian sausage and eggs with barbeque sauce, brie and feta i just ate'll calm the storm. i mean, how couldn't it?
i order the v-diet stuff when i'm done here. Still waffling about the lemon vs. chocolate Surge junk. i really hope my guts don't feel like this when i begin to relentlessly bombard 'em with organic acids. i guess i should be glad i'm getting it outta the way now.
Worked out at the rockgym proper yesterday. One o' my workout partners shewed up, and we punished each other. Do two routes in a row each, then switch-- back and forth for nearly three hours. That was the first time in a long time i got a legitimate solid failure-by-forearm-pump instead of quitting cuz my joints just couldn't take anymore. Then we did a pretty decent ab workout. Then i onsighted a stiff v3 that i really didn't think i was gonna be able to do when i scoped it. Ended up pulling down maybe 8 or ten 5.10s and a couple of 11s (although i didn't get any of those without hanging), and put in several tries on my 12- proj. i found that i really need to lose twenty pounds to feel solid on 12. That's friggin' haaard.
So on to the first step to the goal...
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