Balancing Act

"The only tyrant I accept in this world is the still voice within."
Mahatma Ghandi
 10/10/10, but I forgot Roses' sixth birthday on 10/9/10.  She forgave quickly as always.
Morning dog walk, cool to start but then hot fast so cruising Costco in a sweat-soaked black turtleneck, good look dude.
Into SF for first meet with Herr Krupp in years.  Supposed to meet Marina Green, but fleet week clogging up the north waterfront and eventually we end up at the playground on top of St. Mary's garage along with a large Chinese fair which meant a cheerful if quizzical audience.  He breaks out the clubbells, much work to do here if I wish to pursue.  We dial it back to flexibility drills and shoulder openers.  Tight shoulders are a continuing problem, which is one reason I want to pursue clubbells.  Casey is a master at breaking it down and we get my deck squats to a place I can work with.
Head up to CT class, what I remember went like this though probably not in this order:
10 mountain climbers.  Slow.  No momentum.
10+10 one arm downward dog to pump stretch, these felt really solid, much better than a few months ago
10 spider lunges
10 spider planks
10 dolphin to dolphin plank
10 deck squats
10 sls
10 shoulder stand crunches for five count
10 slow pushups, five count at bottom and top
10 20kg goblet squats, with ten count hold at bottom of each, by now dripping sweat and nearly losing handle.
1+1 x 5 24kg press, ten second hold at top of each
1+1 TGU's x 5  16, 20, 20, 24, 24
30/30 20 swingsx10, 20kg x 5, 24kg x 5.
Very very good class, boatload of work, little rest between and happily drenched at the end.  Northward text exchanges with 5 re 49ers really sucking.  They do, totally, it was worse than I could have imagined.
Monday, Indigenous people's day but really stressing 'bout Brig.  Drop Ian off and into marsh 7:40, by 8:45 multiple incoming, grounded in work.  Head into sf with Brigid, back to 3700 Cal. where have spent so much time.  The cafeteria smells exactly the same, the hallway feels the same.  Poor Brigid; much work to do.  Or is it adolescence preying upon the still voice within.  Stay tuned.
Into court Tuesday, feeling crappy in a bronchial way and just stressed.  Amazed looking back a year, how similar, except much stronger.  Done by 10:30, get the tax returns dealt with (finally) by 11:30, moderately lighter.  Leave at 4:00, think I'm gonna throw iron for 40 minutes, but the BART stars align and I can get to MH yoga instead.  Slow, easy class but just the right thing to do; iron can wait, breathing deep and hanging out in pidgeon drops my BP.  Client crises on the way up, but half hour of emails preserves status quo until am, then sit with Brigid watching Live Free or Die Hard, she is doing better I can tell.  Rose delighted to share sofa with me, 75lb puppy love goes a bit of a way.
Wednesday, grind, serious grind, all day.  Race home on 5:55, cook a really good dinner which is done by 7:30.  Out back in the dark and start throwing it down fast:
brief warm up, then 15/15, 7 rep pace x 50
25 minutes of straight snatches, the only potentially limiting factor is hand care but that goes ok.  Done by 8:05, and everyone is well fed.
It occurs to me that all is not exactly what it seems and reaffirms one of my firmest convictions, which is to trust my gut.  You are 51 and not stupid.