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Hard to believe i have this much trouble posting up more frequently than once a month. But it's been strange times in the 'hood--as, i gather, it's been for many of you. But i have been working out. It's been a li'l tenuous, a li'l sketchy, a li'l i-dunno-what-to-think-about-this at times; but i have, quality notwithstanding, doused the earth with some litres of sweat.

Last week on Wednesday i got 5/5/5 on deads with 360, 385, and 410. Followed that up with bent o'er BB rows and (finally) Good Mornings. i'm beginning to believe that Good Mornings have such a freakishly awesome crossover relation to deads as to be indispensable thereunto. Today was 3/3/3 day, and i felt like poopy doody. It was 385, 410, and 435 for weets, and 410 sucked so bad the week and a half before that i had only tenebrous, vague hallucinations of completing with any dignity--- not to mention i'd failed to pull a single with 455 those 2 or 3 weeks ago. But 435 locked out thrice with so little of the usual eyeball-bulging and near-loss-of-consciousness that i gave serious fractions of seconds'- worth of thought to pulling it a fourth go. i didn't; i just racked. But the presence of such a thought did wonders for morale. So i cranked out 4 sets of GMs, grabbed a chain belt, and headed to the pullup bar. In spite of weighing in at 213, i yarded a set of 20, then strapped on a 45 for another set of 8 and a set of 5 or so.

Then we went and looked at houses, which ate up the rest of an otherwise totally gorgeous Saturday. But at least i managed not to get bitten by a brown recluse. Word.