Musings - Snatches

"We tell ourselves stories in order to live." Joan Didion, The White Album Mondays suck; no revelation there. Late Monday am, four miles on the elliptical listening to Tower of Power. Good yoga in the afternoon, excellent slow move into warrior three, strong since no circuit training in the am. The two more miles on the elliptical, then a late ferry, hour watching Dragon Door videos on You Tube waiting for Ian to finishing dying some putrid death in his rpg. Cackling on the way home about his demented elf introducing the Paladin to the whorehouse. Yes, I AM proud. Rose screwed again. Tuesday roll onto the 6:15 bus, had to dump the coffee so arrive in SF bewildered and groggy, trying to figure out how I got there. Grab a cup, shoot down the cytomax and try to get ramped. Busy in the gym, searching for a corner to work on snatches. Went like this: First circuit Pushups to renegade rows, 12, 6l/6r with 50lb dumbbell; Squat to press, 24kg 5r/5l; 16kg 5r/5l; straight metalhead bicep curls with 80lb curl bar; focus on breathing, went well, don't and it sucked; 25 walking lunges, bodyweight only; 3x Second Circuit 40 Snatches, 16kg, 10r/10l/10r/10l, hard and fast, but focus on lockout at top, took 90-100 seconds for 40; 45 seconds swings, 25-29, 24kg; TGU, 24kg, 2r/2l/2r/2l minute plus plank, single foot & switch 30 seconds, rest two foot. 3x Last circuit smoked, snatches into swings were death, TGU's tough. No thought of the 32. Flee the city, no pm work. Rose gets major ball session for which she is, as always, joyful.