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One mo' week of class, then it's finals. i'm so ready to have done with this quarter, i can hardly muster the focus to crack books. Nearly there...nearly there.

worked out in ye olde irongym for the first time in about a month. It's kind'a sickening how often i find myself writing that--- 'bout once a month, i think. Anyhow, it was a surprisingly good workout. i ended up climbing tues, wed, thurs, and yesterday. Had a good session or two in there, but yesterday was an exercise in futility. Bilateral biceps and posterior forearms were lit up with that filthy, poisonous waaaay-overdone feeling. i did not expect today's backwork to go so well. And in fact i skipped the pull-ups. Or i did 20 pullups, and skipped the weighted sets. Straight-leg deads went way better than i had any right to expect. One arm rows, i felt like a monster. It was a good workout.

i'm definitely outta shape. And i've definitely gained some lard in the last few months. But it was nice to find it wasn't as bad as i'd imagined. i think i'm getting to that special place where the pain of not running is worse than the pain of getting back into shape; where the pain of being seen in public in a Speedo is overshadowed by the pain of not being able to climb v5-6 anymore.

Right then. You lads be safe on the ski trip, wouldya. Friends don't let Texans ride mountains. ;)