Four Dollar Water

"Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all happy . . ."
Traffic, Dear Mr. Fantasy

IST came out of his hole last night and announced that he had the inside track on an open call to audition for a Berkeley Rep production this summer.  It was the first time I'd seen him for more than 30 seconds since he turned 18 48 hours previously.  Brigid had been baking since 3:00 for her SCA event this weekend and tossed me half an apple fritter and a whole butter chocolate sandwich cookie both of which were exquisite.  I'd just run through 40 minutes of Fun With Iron at CT's refuge and Barry was excited to dress up.  Rose at the feet hoping for fritter bits.  Going over IST's Kenya lists and fantasizing about a summer Berkeley Rep gig for ending 24 hours before he flies off to Mombasa.  Hey it could happen . . .
I liked manual labor when I was his age.  Seeing what you did all day at the end of it.  This is why the iron appeals.  Tangible results.  Its up to you; input=output.  More or less.  Pretty much.  The external factors; the crappy judge (guy was an idiot yesterday, you burn half my day to continue a hearing ?) the impatient teacher, the shitty coach, the fickle girl - all back burner.
Which is great if you can stand to be alone but that ain't the path you picked and are on or is now even desirable.  So go ahead and indulge in the fantasy.
Easter Sunday
Resurrection circuit, 5+5-1+1 24kg one arm swings to 1+1 24kg get-up x 10.
Good meal at Anne's after, Ian charming.
Monday
Late pm great EH class
Tuesday
100 16kg single arm swings warm-up
long cycle 5+5 double 20kg, double 24kg, to short cycle 3+3 single 28, to 1+1 32x2
10 twin 20kg front squats
10+10 65lb rows
5+5 slsx2, second with 16kg bu
3x
10 20kg figure 8 to hold, 10 24kg figure 8 to hold;
28kg tgu
x3
Wednesday
late MH class.  Hard, he usually backs off, this brutal.
Thursday
Hit ct's studio at 6:45 and she has 32 cued up.  Goes
10 32kg swings to 10 alternating 16kg snatches
x 15.  Her swinging the 24 and snatching 12.  On a percentage of body weight basis she is crushing me but hey she does this for a living, and I am an old hack.  It is nice training with just her as we can push pretty hard and not feel like we are running away with it. 
Friday, very strong in am.   Fucking grind of a week in fact but receivables starting to come in, better.
5:30 happy hour which is 90 minutes of om om om.  First Pradeep class in a long time.  Lead up to that was 160 minute call that should have taken 45, multi-tasking with the Seattle spa clients.  They are all very very bright women and the Controller is a world class big wall climber.  I am apologizing for short emails due to unnecessarily protracted call and they are sending me smiley faces and making me giggle.  Roll out just in time to catch Pradeep for 90.
It is a really really really good class.  Serious oomph with the right amount of om at the right places.  He has us in crazy extended side series about 20 minutes per.    90 stretches to 120.  At about 105 after about eight minutes of plank variations, he drops the:  "thank you for being here" in his sing song accent.  At 110 we are in seated spinal twist, I drift to Ian at home and he busts all of us.  "Don't start making plans.  I can feel you all doing that.  It's Friday, you want to go out.  All your friends, they are going to say you all look so beautiful.  And you are, but stay here, if you are going to leave then leave."  Thank you, and I miss 7:20 boat by a mile.
Walk down Market ending the week in jeans and vff's and t shirt feeling about as good as a 51 year old body can feel.  Hips are open, shoulders as open as they get, thighs and hamstrings just rock hard and humming and can feel every bump up through the feet just how I like it.

Stop at Ferry Plaza Wine Market for a bottle of Malbec.  I left three pounds of water on the studio floor; ask the guy what he's got.  "Still or Sparkling ?"  That's a question I still giggle at.  I just want a fucking bottle of water.  We walk over to the case.  The bottles, they are gorgeous.  I just need the biggest one.  $4.59 for fucking water.
It did taste good.  Seeing that bottle empty, and feeling everything that hard, I knew exactly what I'd done this week.

Get Yourself A Powder Charge

"only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in."
John Muir 

"Hello Baby; I'm gone, goodbye . . ."
Mississippi Half Step, Robert Hunter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFtAwxNxLrQ

Earth day thoughts turn to wild places.  Anthony Milne is three days from nowhere in a deep canyon in the Marble Mountains.  http://www.satelliteviews.net/cgi-bin/g.cgi?fid=256290&state=CA&ftype=locale.  Wooley Creek runs cold and fast and the canyon bottom is scoured on the sides and huge trees are tossed everywhere like some stone giants' game of pick-up sticks.  The forces required to create the landscape are powerful, and it's unlikely anyone has ever come down here in the in the winter.  It's too far and too remote and too obscure.  It's just a flat spot at the confluence of two good sized creeks.  There are no spectacular vistas or lakes.  And it's a downright dangerous place to get to; a misstep and a turned ankle down there and you are fucked.  5 punctured an eardrum there in '87; slipped on a rock and had a red alder twig slide perfectly into his ear canal and boom, agony for hours and then again jumping into Wild lake three days later after forgetting about the whole ear thing.  The little bit of pressure had him coming up screaming.
By mid-summer Wooley Creek slows enough for deep pools and impossibly clear swimming holes.  There once, summer of '75, and again in summer of '87 with 5 just before starting law school.  Summer of '75 was an 11 day school backpacking trip with 26 teenagers and two fairly clueless young adults.  Rumor had it we were the first to get down there in two or three years.  It's a 4000+ foot descent from the Marbles in seven and a bit miles, which is pretty ok, but once down there its either back out the same way or a three to four day traverse up Bear Wallow pass to Forks of Salmon.  We trained for about three weeks carrying loaded backpacks on five mile hikes in the hills of central Marin.  I can see the trails we trained on from Anne's porch; close by, sipping a scotch.
In '75 there was to be one layover day at AM but we ended up taking three cause it was so damn beautiful and took a long time to get there.  A lot of shenanigans went down in those three days.
We stayed one day more than we should, the way it goes with layover days.  If time makes a difference, and it usually does, every day you stay and play means adding the mileage to later, and that last day is one you probably know you should not have and is therefore dampened.
But the two before that were awesome.  It was, at 15, the first time I ever felt beastly.  Standing on the trail crowing about feeling so good and TF laughing:  "Hey Dave just found out he is in shape !"
He was right.  There are a handful of other highlights that still resonate; sitting on a rock in the middle of Wooley Creek I'd swum out to holding my flute case over my head.  Sat  and played the refrain from Mississippi Half Step, riffing on it gently, and having WP come out of the water in her black bathing suit and smile and hang.   It was a private moment she chose to share and I was too shy and scared to do anything but fuck up the melody.  She was not a beauty but I'll never forget the way she looked, with her wet hair and big smile coming out of the water and up on that rock to join me.  She was a mean oboe player to boot.
Maudlin now because IST is about to graduate and I hope he has had such moments, but I fear he has been given less opportunity.  He showed no interest in such adventures until very recently and will now soon fly halfway round the world in an effort to lose himself and figure out just who he is.  You can't do this for them.  Feed, money, drop-off, wait.  Me, there have been some long gaps in between, but sitting here now feel, again and still, totally beastly.

Sunday
Walk with Brigid and Rose.  Into office after for TRO prep and to CT 4:30.  240 24kg swings and a BUNCH of work as well; her clever 1040 day, 40 slow push-up, 40 dolphin to dolphin plank, 40 burpees and that was the easy part.  Just slowing down and finding an ankle joint can be so hard.
Monday, grind all day and into Alameda county superior by 4 for TRO hearing.  We'd done our job and the reward was to see Plaintiff's counsel burst into flame under the judge's withering inquiries.  We won, not close.  We are out by 4:55.  Have to chortle and share credit with UC counsel though we all know who did this.  Duties done, can you get to late Yoga with EH's gentle self.  Fly across the bridge ripping off tie, change and roll out the mat with about 30 secs to spare.  60 minutes, so wound up from four days of grind was not sure could wind down.  But 50 minutes and shuttling it slowly down in pidgeon everything let go and just gone, gone, gone.
Home and Brigid has made awesome dinner.
Tuesday.  Nothing.  That was five kbell workouts in the preceding seven days and time to chill.
Wednesday.  Kids get to sleep late and start school at 9:00 which means time to get up early and do work:
That would go like
Long cycle clean and press
Double 20x5
Double 24x5
Single 28x3
Single 32 1x1x2
Single 28's. breezy.
10 24kg Goblet Squats
Assisted pullup, 5+3 14lbs assist
Deck squats, 5 8kg counterbalance to 4kg counterbalance
3x and that's it.  No time for ballistics.
Shitty dinner Wednesday
Thursday
Digging out slowly . . .
Up to ct late, nifty series
Snatches 10+9 alternating descending ladder
In between, alternate three clean and double mp or three front squats. 
Snatches, go from 16 to 20 at 8/7 to 24 at 6/5 to a lame attempt at 28 3/2, sweat blown grip gonna hurt someone.
Front squats first 3 with 24's, seriously brutal.  Drop back to 20's
Mps first with 24's the to 28's for 4. Back to 24's up to 28's for last.  Last set best set.
Yee hah.
Friday
A damp and foggy Earth Day.  To Pradeep late for 60 minutes of om, om, om.
Get in, they cancelled early class.  DISAPPOINTED.  25 minutes of headstand and handstand progression practice and done.
Saturday
Early walk.  Get back and Brigid has cooked breakfast.  We have not talked about Easter and suggest we skip the baskets 'cause they are older and not really still into it.  She looks like I'd punched her.  Oops.  Gotta get into office, but gotta do this.  Spend 90 minutes and a hundred bucks at Cost Plus making baskets with a cheerful sales lady.  Got'em done, but that was the workout time.

Happy Easter

Green

"The sun came up today and it burned my blues away."
Mojave 3, Got My Sunshine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6nKbDzLEgg&feature=player_embedded

Much thanks to Amy P for this insidious nugget.  Shared with eh, good for savasnha.

The growth along the marsh levees is getting high and its cover now for wrens, flycatchers, goldfinches, bushtits and swallows.  There are flocks of red-winged blackbirds in the cattails and broken duck eggs on the levees.  The white pelicans are sporting the beak knobs that show up during nesting season.  There are black-crowned night herons and green herons in the willows.  It's noisy.  It's a really really nice place to walk the dog;  she is a good dog, she leaves the birds alone, though she'll chase a deer.  But not for long.
Friday
MH Yoga at noon.  Sweatfest.
Saturday
Too much wine Friday night, in Sat. for a solid four hours billable and hit the gym at 3:00.  No, you do not get to skip this:
10+10x5 single arm 16kg warm-up, straight, no chaser.
Long cycle clean and press, 5 double 20, five double 24, 1+1x2 32
Front squats, double 16 x 10
Figure 8 to hold, 10 20 to 10 24
5+5 single leg deads 24kg, twin 24kg last set.
3x.  Very good sets on the 32, hangover and all.
30/30 24kg swings x 10.  I really really wanted to stop at 7.  NO.
Sunday.
Really nice dog walk.
Monday
10+10x3 16kg 1 arm swing warm-up
5 burpees to 3 pushups to twin 32 suitcase deads
10 front squats, twin 20's
5 then 3 neutral grip pullups, 16lbs assist, shitty
10 bootstrap squats, 16kg
3x
Coach Dos circuit x 3
Tuesday
MH Stiff Guy class, then to CT late for quick hit, circuits 5x through
5 suitcase deads, twin 28
5 clean and press, three second hold, to whatever presses you got left in you  1st circuit twin 24, 2-5 twin 28.  PR on the double 28 presses, would have been shocked if I couldn't, holds had me fried for press, guessing maybe 3 reps without holds, maybe better.  I remember how shaky the double 24's were, less than a year ago.  Now that's child's play.  Totally.  Fuck entropy.
Burpees, sets 1,3,5 evil evil slow burpees with push-ups 8 really hard.  10 fast circuits 2,4.
5+5-1+1 24kg single arm swing descending ladders
Great workout, a lot of volume in a short period of time; great mix.

Serious serious client needs to be met.  Do that; also do this.

Wednesday
Client needs now exploding; great piece of work comes in late.  Set up the outline, we have four days to get there and a good path.  Rock n' roll.  So do the late pm MH class.
60 min, sleep during savasnha.
Thursday
Buried until late, was gonna skip it until call came in that Ian needs to be picked up late.
Hit gym at 7:30:
100 swing 16kg warm-up
5 burpees to 3x push-ups to twin 32 suitcase deads,  Had to do this more.
Twin 20 front squats, 10
10+10 65lb dumbbell rows
5+5 sls x 2, 16kg bu second 5's
3x
3 TGU and shut down.  Fried, dead, done tired.  9:35 boat.
Late in downtown SR.  Ian having geek fun.  Me, a single glass of Gnarly head zin and wing appetizer.  Oh yum.
Friday
Insanely busy; ugly busy late.  All thoughts of yoga before Says You pretty much evaporate before noon.
Race out at 6:00.  Meet CT for 2.5 hours of wit; fun.  Good dinner at Beautifull.  Really good food.  By 11:00 pm face is hurting from laughing so much.  NTS:  train face.
Saturday
Contemplated yoga but talked way into marsh walk describing spring scene to CT night before.  Morning fucking gorgeous, dog joy and avian heaven.  In office by noon, 150 minute hard edit leaves TRO brief tight as a fucking snare drum.  Going to kick some ass.
Save as new file at 2:38 to send to client.  Go to attach to email, gone.  Fucking worldocs nightmare bullshit.  Suck it up, re do.  FML.  Fucking FML.
Gym at 4:40 instead of 3:00.  Client email comes in going in, thrilled with brief.  Feels so good to be me all over.  I got 60 minutes, tops:
10+10 16kg swings x 3
Press fest
1-3 ladders, 20, 24, 28, then 1+1 32 x 2
Deadlifts, 195x7 to 215x3
5+5-1+1 24kg swings
2 TGU, 24
x3
That was it before close.  Pretty good, shit load of press work.
No yoga before office tomorrow, daughter wants her time with dad and dog in marsh.  She gets to pick it.
Feed, money, drop-off, return.  Great time of year.

"The wind rose up today and it blew my blues blues away
Go ahead if you have to leave me
You ain't coming back this time, I hope that's fine."

If The Thunder Don't Get You

"Won't you try just a little bit harder, couldn't you try just a little bit more . . ."
The Wheel, Robert Hunter

Well we know where this is going . . . 

I don't know if it possible to train for a handstand in middle age. There is a pretty good progression here:  http://www.mymadmethods.com/articles/strength-power-articles/645-jenny-farber-how-to-do-handstands
But  for me anyway it's not like if you do a, then b, you will get to c. It's more like do a, then b, wow that feels better, and eventually may stumble upon c, or maybe d, I seem to need to yaw around for a bit. With everything.  The handstand is a good long term goal but I'm gonna have some fun getting there.

Saturday, three miles with daughter and dog. Then get B from grandma's and go to lunch.  It is his 20th birthday; there are plays so celebration will need to wait.  Waiter approaches Brigid from the rear and asks:  "and what would the young man like ?"  She pretends not to notice, but I could feel her tense.  Her shoulders are so broad she looks like a linebacker sitting down.  I should make time  for workout to make it three for the week, but it was four last and gonna be four next so fuck it.  Be good to yourself and just stop old man.
I'd forgotten about archive.org and the Barton Hall shows in May of 1977, 'bout four weeks before I graduated from high school, and about four weeks from where Ian is now.  It's good to have a marker.  Spend Saturday alternately vacuuming with BK's Miele canister from last week's soul ripper and digging up old Dead shows.
Sunday.  The call times are noon and 12:30.  Ian and I go out with the Rose.  A walk with him is a measure of teenage testosterone.  How fast can we grind Dad into the dirt, given that Ian has about three inches, at least, on me in leg length.  Keep up, feed him, give him money, and drop him off.  That is it with teenagers.  They deign to spend time with you, you feed them, give them money, and then drop them off.  And wait for their return.
That afternoon, take B in with to CT session.  Good class as usual.  Part of the menu is double cleans and she pushes twin 24's which is fine and leaves me feeling beastly in a minor way.
Sprint to leave and get to Brazen Head to use up Groupon.  It its packed and an hour wait.  B looks baffled and hungry.  So I wasted 25.00 and we head to LL for bar burgers to drop another 40.00.
Get home and look for Barton Hall on Youtube. Ex-pat Chris Chase in Southern Japan has posted a bunch of stuff.  DM and we become internet buds immediately.  Middle aged men finding common ground in Jerry's liquid metal.  http://www.youtube.com/user/chasefukuoka61#p/u/19/jVjySFYM9jw

Monday.

EH late.  Pradeep is gone Mondays so its EH in prime time.  She gives a big smile and hello and I can tell she is a little nervous and is glad to see loyal follower and then grinds me into the mat for 60 min just like I wanted her to.  Very. Strong. Class.

Get home.  I'd asked Brigid to do a flank steak stir fry, she has run with that to an awesome meal. Flank steak, noodles, salad, and pecan shortbread desert.  Don't know what I did to deserve her, she cooked, I clean up, that's the deal; heartbreaker.  Get DM's from new youtube buddy and download a bunch of Dead shows I went to slightly less than 34 years ago.  God did I have it good growing up.

Tuesday.

Gonna be a 30 min ct fest in eve, so in early to work on shit.  Tripod headstands, wall handstands, yogi headstands for 20 min.  No goal other than get better, and the yogi headstands are getting much stronger.  Walk over and work on double bu cleans with the 24's until sticking consistently.  It's a stupid human trick but looks totally badass.
30 minutes ct before group Patxi's feed.  The circuit is 8+8 snatches, 10 swing to squat, eight dolphin to dolphin plank x 5.  Mobility voodoo between circuits.  Its a good quick hit and after go eat, spilling onto the sidewalk in the great neighborhood of Hayes Valley armed with 60.00 worth of Chicago deep dish to feed the masses upon arrival home.  Every one has eaten; ok, pizza feed tomorrow.
Wednesday.  Its been a grind of a week since a client got a writ of execution on a 667k judgment served just before their first round of re-cap dollars.  The timing was too good, this a death to the company deal.
Thinking about MH late Wednesday, but fuck it.  I have all this great pizza at home and want a family dinner.  I'll skip class and take an early boat; they'll all drop what they are doing and spend time with Dad.  Right; announce my early arrival, no one could give a shit, except of course the dog.  It dawns on me, slowly as usual, that they have moved on, and it is a waste of time to try to recreate those good provider/cook Dad dinners.  They've gotten over it, so don't feel all pissy; you get over it too.

Feed, give money, drop off, leave, wait for return.  That's your job.  Don't try to do more, unless they instigate.  You do, they look at you like you are from outer space.  Should have gone to class.

Late emails confirm business will live through recap and feeling pretty damn good about it, even if spaceman.
That glow lasts less than 12 hours 'cause by 7:30 am major shit blowing up.  Fucking blown four months of resolution mode and we are now looking at seven figure litigation.  Grist for the mill.  Hit gym really late because I don't skip two days in a row, goes like:
5+5 pushups to renegade rows x 2, 50lb dumbells
8, 10, 12 squat to press, 90lb barbell
5+5x2 sls, 16kg bu second
10 20kg figure 8 to hold, 10 24kg same
3x
5 TGU, 10 24kg single are swings each side before coming back down.  They've completely rearranged gym and I am total show dog which sucks.  Not prepared for proprioceptive switch looking up at 40 foot ceiling as opposed to eight foot.  So look at the bell in your hand, that's what you ought to be doing anyway.
30/30 24kg swings, 20 rep pace x 5.

That was a goodin'

The wheel is turning
and you can't slow down
You can't let go
and you can't hold on
You can't go back
and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you
then the lightning will.
http://www.youtube.com/user/chasefukuoka61#p/search/3/30n7Rl19l_w 

The Grass Ain't Greener . . .

"I'm gonna sing you, a hundred verses in ragtime;
I know this song it ain't, never gonna end"
Ramble On Rose, Robert Hunter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqFHX-pzeh0
Somewhere recently I found a blog devoted to Winterland.  Kinda sad, lots of shots of it being torn down to make way for the condos that now sit at Post & Steiner.  Fuck progress.  There was a time  '74 to '77 where that was a pure comfort zone, notwithstanding the loose chunks of concrete that threatened the committed.  Under the mirror ball, triangulate, take stock of the then unreachable hippie girls. Easy to get  to if you did not get off at the Presidio like we did that night in the Alioto Suburban and ended up driving around for an hour, getting pulled over by MP's and led out.  Lombard to Steiner, over the hill to Post.  In and out, could not be easier.  Saw many many bands, but nothing like the Dead shows from 76 on until 12/29/78.  12/29/77 will rock your socks off.  Listen to it now, yes it was that good.  I've probably dropped 20 pounds two different times listening to that version of Sugaree alone.  Dicks Picks 10, check it out.  Jerry blowing up his Travis Beane.  The Energy is Listening.

Friday.  Pradeep.  Feeling coldish and pounded.  If can get it together for Saturday, it will be three (all Pradeep=smoking) yoga classes and four kbell workouts in the week which sounds good but face it dude you are old and just may need to  chill.

Saturday.  Wreck of a day with site visit for moving client's last belongings out of the home (long since sold to another) she had lived in for 23 years with her husband of 40 years, after he had left her to marry another woman, seen to her hospitalization/incarceration, electroshock therapy, and then left her to deal with thirty boxes of shit he did not want with her seventh (and last, if I can help it) lawyer on a cold wet street in one of the best neighborhoods in Berkeley.  She sends out a plaintive email a day earlier to a bunch of people who she is convinced have shunned her, inviting them to her "funeral of sorts, really."  I am with her at the appointed hour, she is shaky and in tears.  Friendly faces start to come down the wet street, lined with old trees and beautiful homes.  At least seven old friends come down to help her, she is thrilled, alternately laughing and crying.  She cannot believe anyone showed up.  They take control.  Bitch that owns the house will not let her on to property, so she is forced to go through boxes of garbage, looking for the few items of her parents' belongings to segregate.  Friends help, show her each item, and ask if its a keep or toss.  There is no pattern to which is which.  It takes us two hours, them pulling me aside, hugging me:  "you have done it.  We don't know what you did but you got done what should have been done years ago."  Well, it feels so good to be me and I could not have handled it without them.  I have told the judge I'd get it done.  If I don't I am just the seventh hack; if I do I just did my job, low bar that it is. Have to pull her off to the side and glue her back together repeatedly.  I have handled some ugly cases.  Rotting homes, retirements destroyed.  Businesses lost, careers broken.  This is as rough as it gets.  We finish sorting through the shards of her life, and everyone leaves and she breaks down completely.  They don't teach you how to deal with this in law school and $400.00 per hour does not cover it.  I get her pieced  back together though I know its temporary, get the release and dismissal signed, deal with the bitch drinking tea in her former home and bitch's lawyer who is a pretty good guy and escape fast to the  gym.  Gotta get that fourth workout in though I am completely spent.  Go:
5 long cycle squat to bress, twin 20kg, to 5 long cycle clean to military press, twin 24 kg
5+5 sls, 12kg vipr overhead
10+10 65lb rows
10 deck squats, 8 then 4 counterbalance.  Best deck squat sets ever.
5+5 24kg TGU to 10 swing combo each side.
30/30 24kg swings, 20 rep pace x 5.
Sit in the steam and stare at the wall for god knows how long and contemplate my own garage.
Home, late there is a pbs show with Booker T and Drive By Truckers.  Bettye Lavette comes out and blows up the stage and my head for a good bit.  Holy shit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeIGo1rAIMU&feature=related
Sunday
Dog walk and dog bath, then shopping.  Feeling spent and crappy.
Monday, spent and crappy is because of cold.  Airborne all day, Dayquil at the end and get in to Pradeep.  Its his last Monday class and a smoker.  One foot series which he almost never does.  Goes pretty damn well considering.
Tuesday
Early am like this:
5 twin 20kg long cycle c&p, to 5 twin 24kg long cycle c&p, to 32kg singles x 2
12+12 Bulgarian split squats, 12kg vipr overhead
5/3 neutral grip pull-ups, 16lbs assist
5+5 slsx2, second with 16kg Bu
x3, no time for round 2, but beating back cold any way.
Wednesday
Early evening mh, have not done in a while and it is the anti-thesis of Pradeep.  Practice has gotten significantly stronger, hand solidly on foot in reverse triangle, only a matter of time before it goes outside.  Strong legs and paying attention works.
Thursday.
It hit 82 in sf; knew it would be a smoker and load up the kbells in the van for fun on the way home.
MG goes like:
long cycle ladders; 1-3+1-3, 20, 24, 28
10 24kg GS
10+10 28kg rows
10 20kg bootstrap squats.
3x
Swings, 30/30 24kg 20 rep x 10
Uh-huh, nice out there.
Friday,
Grind of day.  Take KO to lunch at Chaya.  Hit Pradeep at 5:30 for 90 minute sweatfest; insanely good and strong.  Race down for 7:20 boat, wearing workout gear, vff.  Totally fucking drenched, look like Dr. Suess character.
"Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMyaTJF_pLg&feature=related
Oh yeah.