Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Straw That Threatened The Camel's Back
Happy sunday to me :-) It goes, boys! That's v6 numero dos. This leads to an interesting correlation: nice, fat numbers fall at the climbgym the day after tearing m'self down to the grimacing, gnashing, razor-thin cusp of global tendonitis. Cause and effect relationship here, or pure coincidence? Can't say, but it's worth forming a bizarre superstition on, and trying again. Everything in me hurts. Except for maybe my nose, 'cuz i hadn't thought of it till now. If i don't start working my chest out again, i'm afraid it's gunna cave in and finally detach, spring-style, along the gladiolus. Anyhow, even though i didn't come through on the big talk yesterday--cuz i was whooped down from going to the gym at all--i did put it outta my misery today. i can, perhaps, sleep now. Peace.
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Sweet dude! Had a feeling you would be pulling that one off pretty soon. As for the superstition, I have one of my own. I've always destroyed every PR after a night of heavy boozing. I know, it sound rediculous, but thats the way its worked out. Personally, I think its because I can't feel the damage I'm inflicting. Honestly though, I don't really care. Progress is progress. I'll keep my superstitions. Stick with the iron gym, get cock strong, climb harder stuff. Sounds like a good one to me.
Dude. i tried out your superstition. Poured up the lion's share of a pint of Presidente, then i went for a walk around the block. Then i "woke up" this morning (assuming i ever went to sleep, which i don't think actually happened). Then, in a monumental feat of mind over matter, i pressed myself outta bed and squatted my corpse to a semi-upright locked position. Then i kept down some cottage cheese and coffee. i don't see any PRs happening today, as i feel much as i imagine hammered excrement feels, but the day is yet young. You'd think after 1/3 of a century i'd have figured out that such activity leads only to pain.
nice.
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