"Nine-tenths of tactics are certain, and taught in books: but the irrational tenth is like the kingfisher flashing across the pool, and that is the test of generals."
T.E. Lawrence
Don't know jack about generals; they always seem like politicians not wanting to be. But Kingfishers are cool as hell. Ornery. Little fuckers over water with sharp beaks and a quick dive. Can't live like that, but an arrow in the quiver.
Tuesday, nothing in the am, Brooks video in the pm, with 5. Gut busting workout, 5 in the driveway puking halfway through. Me, joyously not quite sucking wind.
Wednesday, six miles, can't get to MH class in pm, just not there.
Thursday, am, getting prepped for evening session with 5, goes like this
15 hindu push-ups
10 double 16kg squat to press, to 10+10 alternating press
5+5 clean to press, 24kg; 3+3 32kg push press
12 step back lunges, 40lb barbell on shoulders
3x
PM, JB yoga class. She is improving. Great dolphin to plank series. Still not MH but she comes over and presses down while I am in child's pose, whispers, "you are doing very well", she is hot, not all real but still hot and I am male and therefore stupidly appreciative. 5 bails in pm, a bit disappointing.
Today, ripping am swing/tgu/snatchfest
20 24kg swings
1+1 24kg tgu
5+5 16kg snatches, 5+5 24kg snatches
1+1 24kg tgu
x10, yowza.
Long fucking day, get on 4:55 boat. Flat bay, beautiful. Ride up, ripping client that has bounced large check, reaming him big time and hating the release.
Get home, Brigid is channeling Parker Posey in Waiting for Guffman as her MSA audition piece. I lose it on the DQ, giggling, trying not to sound hysterical.. Ian and I settle in with the dog and Lawrence of Arabia. Epic relaxation.
Looking forward to yoga in am, oh yeah.
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