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I would love to sound like this at 80. www.npr.org/templates/rundowns/rundown.php?prgId=13. The thought of being eighty in a mere 30 years is chilling; though not half as chilling as being sixty in 10.
Hating the day this morning, nearly paralyzing overwhelming concern over firm matters. Chess moves on the way to the 7:10 boat. Good seminar, out in the lobby with the audio feed and phone; grinding for life. Cutting through the fog, a smart lawyer who I knew could help a good client. Unlike me, up at the dais at the end; meet and greet, good vibe. By 2:00, sick of the pity party and on the offensive, time for them to wait. Don't fuck with me, I am tired of being fucked with. Call the guy stalling me for two days, after knowing his client yelled at him; begging me to hang on till noon tomorrow. Sure, just bring your fucking check book. By 4:15, options opening with seminar guy; yes lunch, we can figure out ways to help each other. Bolt and great yoga.
Sunday, Marsh walk and lengthy wet dog bath. Then Lauren Brooks due to lack of imagination. Killing it, sucking wind.
Monday, three miles, no time for more.
Tuesday.
Three miles am, then
5+5x2 24kg push up to renegade rows
10 24kg goblet squats
1-3 double 24k clean to press ladder
20 16kg tactical lunges
3x
"Coach Dos" circuit, 16kg
5+5 figure 8 to bup clean
5+5 clean
5+5 push press
5+5 snatch
5+5 windmill
10 swings
2+2 24 kg TGU
x3
30/30 24kg swings
x10, 200 swings
TRX Y, W, Bicep curl, 5 each x3
today, two miles, in terror, GTG
60 min yoga, very strong, much better.
Gotta kill the roller coaster or won't make 80.
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