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.
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