Hiatus

"your whole heart always beats your half-ass"
Martin Rooney



Last week was light and this week turning out to be nonexistent.

Trial is a sprint and a marathon at once. The need to spend an hour in the office in the morning from 7:30 - 8:30 and return for two hours in evening is all consuming.

It is time to let it go. Something's gotta give and right here, right now, it's the lousy 6-8 hours per week I spend on physicality. I miss the endorphin rush, the hormone flood. For now not the guy who gets to spend his hours and days moving toward heavier and heavier weights. Rather, it's cortisol flood, the stressed client, the demanding judge and fucking 800.00 (each) an hour opposition for a bit here and something has gotta give. This'll be done soon enough and I'll get back to it.

Sunday
Dog walk with Rose and Brigid; could not love that more. Then work.

Monday
Trial, nada

Tuesday
Trial, nada

Wednesday
Trial, nada

Thursday
Trail, nada

Friday
Deposition, nada, save dinner at Radio Africa Kitchen with CT.  Good food but I am shitty company, spinning in the Bayview.

Saturday
Walk with Rose and Ian, work all afternoon.
Get out at 5:30 for medium circuit
60 single arm 16kg swings, alternating
5/5 long cycle clean and press, 24kg to 1/1 32.  32's barely.
10 24kg Goblet squats
10+10 32kg presses
20 32kg swings
x5
Whole thing feels like slogging through wet cement
Need to go to yoga tomorrow.

I am not accustomed to being weaker than previously.

"Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece."

Bob.  Yes.