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.
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