Stomp And Buck Dance

"Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance"
Anonymous

For a long time it was all acoustic guitars in the morning. Not so much these days. Crusaders show from Avery Fisher hall, 1974, went up a couple of weeks ago and can't get enough. Pretty much given up extended cardio sessions, no time. So no gym playlists, never plug in training kettlebells. Way too dangerous.
So it's Crusaders during morning commute. Hell of a way to start the day. Stix Hooper, Larry Carlton, Max Bennett pushing that groove, waste no time after the head into Wilton's tenor solo with Larry fucking with your spine in the background chills; sounds better than I remember. Beats caffeine.

Sunday.
Sore after learning to fall. Office for five hours then CT. Sitting all day and back unhappy. Bunch of swings, drop it to 20kg just to be safe. Kind of a get through it type deal. Heel is bugging me and will have me crippled by Saturday.

Monday
Late yoga, sub for EH, pretty good. Strong up in wheel.

Tuesday
In early for inversion and bu fuckaround. Phone calls starting at 7:40 break it up. Frog stands getting stronger and stronger. Bu stuff starts out crappy but gets better with focus. Left presses getting more consistent. Double cleans tight at the end.
Long ass day and planned k bell workout does not materialize. People just being shitty to each other; power for the sake of power. Roll out at 6:40 and though have dispensation for blowout it ain't in me. Rest day is due anyway.
Need to be smarter about this: rest days should be a function of programming, not driven by fatigue borne of the last four telephone calls.
Easy on it white boy; save the dance for tomorrow.

Wednesday
right hand is still fucked up from last week, so
swings are not really in picture
Long cycle C&P, doubles
5 20kg
4 24kg
3 28kg
1+1 32kg x 2
10 twin 20 kg front squats
8/3 pullups, 16lb assist
10 bootstrap squats, 24kg
x3
Hands are fucked, no ballistics
2 Jesus get-ups
Figure 8 to hold 10 20 to 10 24
x2
'tis it.
Thursday
Long long day never get there.  Insanity starting at 7:40 am blows out even a little BU practice.  Sit on the benches at the Ferry terminal going back and forth for 70 minutes.  Mischief managed for now, and gee wasn't that a nice place to do it.
Friday
Morning,
10+10x5 16kg swings
8 burpees to 2 pushups to suitcase deads, twin 32
15+15 bodyweight step back lunges, slow and stay square
10+10 renegade rows
Figure 8 to hold 10 20 to 10 24
3x
Afternoon
Pradeep, one foot really strong
Saturday
Parkour
He tells me to run half a mile and I do and I'm fucked. Lingering light pain in right heel erupts to serious hurt, attributable to unexpected long concrete run in VFF. I shut it down, drag my way through Costco run and head home to feel sorry for myself. Late pm, decide to call this an opportunity to blow out of the training rut these words reveal, better.
Sunday
Come in for gym/work. Really crippled, excruciating pain in right heel.
Two miles on recumbent bike, ok
30 alternating floor press twin 24, flip to 10 pushups, fine
Planks,
I minute front
45 sec side ok
Lat pulls, 10 120. Y
To 5 140 closegrip bicep pull down
10+10 28 KG rows
3x
Up for inversion frog stands which goes shitty.
Into office. Get through the long calls and client turns me on to Dr. Blake. He has one of the most useful blogs ever.
http://www.drblakeshealingsole.com/

Convince myself that it's plantar fasciitis. Ok, we have a name; must be a solution now.
Dinner at Sara's with b&b and I get to sit with foot up for two hours not surrounded by squalor which is awesome.  But I can barely walk.

Monday
Foot six times better. But very hard negotiations followed by spectacular client implosion. It gets personal and rude voicemail messages and incoherent emails by 4:00.  At that point refuse to talk more; clients with needs run straight to 6:50, I have to get up and limp to Ferry.  Client implosion results in a sleepless night, very much so due to large receivable. The problem with technology is that once you empower the rabid you've no refuge, they slobber on you when they please.

Tuesday
Get on early boat, foot better but still not great and no time. Force it in for ten minutes on concept rower, 100 pushups in sets of ten, and one plank circuit, some sideways lunges. That's it.  I don't do this right I'm fucked, cannot handle a 30k fuckup.  Take the last incoherent email from the night before and respond in italics below each "point" send it off to co-counsel who is quickly becoming my bestest lawyer friend. We tweak it, flip it to client and get the contrite call back in five minutes. Two hours later hit'em with bill reminder and close the day with confirmation the large check is in the mail. Timing, in the rain dance, love and war and most other matters, is everything.
Mediator duty tomorrow in gay porn case and should be good for mh at 5:15. Cannot recall when needed a yoga class more, but say that a lot and seem to have a short memory.  I'd dance if it would not freak out daughter and dog and hurt my fucked up foot.  Mischief managed, an entirely temporary state of affairs.

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