Recovery (aka stop whining)

"Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things."
Ray Bradbury

"I'm like an old dog, I hate to be run off from home."

Doc Watson


RIP. World's been losing a lot of genius lately.

Monday (two weeks ago)
Into gym to pick up iron for first time in weeks. Goes like:
50 single arm swing 16kg alternating warm up
16kg long cycle c&p 5
24kg long cycle c&p 5
10 24kg goblet squats
10+10 28kg rows
20 24kg swings
1 24kg tgu
20 24kg snatches
x4
All pretty good considering. Wanted to go 5 cycles but enough was enough.

Tuesday
Jury is not yet back. Thinking about doubling up with yoga and then CT, but feeling yesterday. Pleasantly feeling yesterday.
Opt for packed MH class and 60 min of hip openers. Much much better, especially one foot stuff. Kbells tomorrow.

Wednesday
Get on the ferry for first time in more than a month. Snarky pointless emails flying back and forth. Drama for the sake of it; I'd like to say spare me, but need the billables.

Jury comes back and we lose, sort of. It's set up for a tie at best. Everything I was responsible for was a winner, we beat their affirmative defenses. Client upset and wants me to take over.

Into gym. Still feeling Monday but not overly so, hit it.
60 35kg single arm swing warmup.

Double short cycle c&p
5 20kg
4 24kg
3 28kg
1+1 32 kg singles
Cannot hit triples with the 28 and need to break after 3. Cannot hit double 32s at all. Going up easy left but right groove is not there and it's going up wonky. Figure it out.

Double 24kg front squats, 8
5, then 3 assisted pullups, 16lb
20 figure 8 to hold, 10 20, then 10 24 middle set both 24
5+5 sls to
5+5 with 16kg bu
x3
Frankly, enough.

Thursday
In SR all day. Fucking wasting time I do not have; do not tell me what to say. Ever.
No exercise, which is fine.

Friday
Two court appearances in Alameda. Cannot stand the thought of sitting in the car on 80 again, jump on boat. It'll be so much better on the other end.
Get through, scheduling gods in my favor and only have two witnesses to prep for this weekend instead of three. Expert will fly out Tuesday, I'll deal with it then.
Hit 4:30 Pradeep. Awesome.

But ugly over the weekend. Client handed jury presentation to me Sunday so in addition to wrapping up crosses I am working on an opening. Long day Saturday, pretty long Sunday too, but done by 6:30.
No exercise and feeling very fat; there will be none until Wednesday at very earliest. Unless we settle. You gave it to me, now you get to listen to me.

And we do. Bloody, hard but right.
Straight into gym for 60 min Pradeep. Difficult, perfect.

Tuesday
Back to office digging out. Time for extended k bells:

60 single arm swing alternating warm up

Long cycle c&p

5 20
4 24
3 28
Single 32's

10 32kg goblet squats
10+10 28 kg renegade rows
5+5 sls to 5+5 bu 16's.
x 3

20 28kg swings to 1 tgu x 5

Good volume.


Wednesday
Out of the frying pan and all that.
Hit afternoon MH for 60 minutes of hamstring work. Whole body better.

Thursday
BU practice for first time in months. Awful, then remember to focus on eyes and start to stick it. Reel off five 24kg twin bu clean and 15 second holds with no flopping around. Great oblique drill.
In later, feel like want to bag but go
16kg snatch 15/15 seven rep pace x 50. Headed for 70 but shut it down. S'ok.

Friday
Pradeep is gone so it's noon with MH. Another hamstring intensive, which can never get enough of.
Leave office early to go watch golf at SF Ferry Plaza Wine Bar where drink Pellegrino and get shit from bartender.

Saturday
Shopping all day with Brigid. Re-stocking.

Sunday
Hallmark holiday. Take B in to yoga where he rocks it out. Back up and to Annes for BBQ.

Monday
In for short but intense workout:
60 single arm 16kg swing warm up.
Long cycle clean and press doubles:
5 20
4 24
3 28
2+2 32 singles.
Right better but not yet where it was. Left is really good, hit one double felt like maybe three, next time.
10+10 step back lunges with 24 in rack.
10+10 28kg rows
10 32kg goblet squat
x3.
Enough left in the tank so can see CT tomorrow for like first time in a month.


A few weeks back I walked into Lululemon on Grant cause I needed a yoga towel and a shirt for a class I didn't know I'd have time to take. There was a retail therapy component. They were cranking AC-DC's Back In Black, very loud. Adrenaline kicked in I commented to the sales gal that it made me want to go move metal around instead of yoga. She put my 48.00 shirt in an expensive looking bag and smiled thinly. I asked if she'd knock four bucks off the shirt if I skipped the bag. No reaction. You're fun.

I look seriously ridiculous in Lululemon sleeveless. Those clothes are made for skinny little vegan yogi boys not middle aged heavy sweating trolls. The gun show looks massive and a joke.
I need to have someone follow me around and tell me not to do things like that. EliteEfts cotton works well. Sweat and quiet mind.  Do one, get the other.

Battles

"Be kind, everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. So they're likely carrying weapons."
The Bloggess, aka Jenny Lawson

And this is a dogfight. Was my show on crosses all week and they have been effective. Very. Real kudos from defense counsel and Client ready to put me in charge and I'd do it but for the damaging optics, so I'll just stew. I am pissed about the lack of communication, support and at myself for putting career on hold. The evidence is in, we got final instructions, just need to hit it on close, so where the fuck is everyone ?

No exercise all week except blessed Friday yoga. 90 minutes of Pradeep to slow down my mind. Thank you for being here, welcome home indeed.

Saturday, work all day on M's closing, the one client was practically begging me to do. It sucks and does not have to. Basically tell everyone to fuck off at 10:30 pm and that wakes everyone up for Sunday, where it is a reasonably productive day once M leaves.

Monday clusterfuck. Go from 7:00 am until 2:00 am getting closing together. Guys, we could have done this better.

Tuesday
Closings go reasonably well. But defense counsel hits it out of park on his overview. Its back to the office, nervous. Go until 1:00 am making new slides with jury consultant and graphic artist. The three of us are locked in creating and editing on the fly. Others are spinning in and out, freaking out barking at each other but we are tight and focused and by 1:00 am we have a very very good presentation.

Wednesday.
They are not as good as I thought they would be. They are fumbling a bit. Their slides are going up and we have a response for everything. Really pretty remarkable how well our rebuttal will debunk their 75 minutes of venom.

They finish and we have 10 minutes to gather. Into the stairwell that has functioned as a courthouse conference room for the last six weeks. I look at M and simply tell him everything he needs is right there, in his hands, in the computer. He just needs to deliver. There is no question in anyone's mind that I'm the one who should be doing this, but ya gotta finish what you started.

We debunk in 30, goes very very well.

Jury goes out. We are trying to get organized, clean up and get out but just spent, both sides walking around in a daze. Lead defense counsel and his second chair both shake my hand, tell me they could see my hands all over our presentations, and are very complimentary.

Into my office for the first time in a week and a half. Poke at other things, talk to clients, shore up the bubble gum and baling wire.

Head out at 4:15, gonna get to MH meditation and yoga. Slow down my mind. Or try, the first two jury questions come in, we will be back in the morning.

Get to class. Breath is shallow and balance sucks. But there are remnants of a practice, just going to have to be patient. Flushed with endorphins for the first time in weeks, come up with the perfect slide for close. This is why I wanted time to think.

Thursday
Up early and big two hour scramble to get to court. We are arguing until noon, but what is going back into the jury room is really good for us.

Not thinking about iron yet. Need to get breathing right and get balance back. In for EH at 4:45. Better. Not much, but better.

Home, Brigid has band concert. Walk in and C says she is waiting for text at intermission and we'll go. C gets on the phone and I hear nothing. Text Brigid directly at 8:20, it's been over for ten minutes and she is upset. Fly over to school to get her. She is really pissed and distressed that C did not respond to her texts is one thing, but her band teacher forced her to put a velvet bag over her jeans and wear too small shoes because Brigid was not dressed properly. She was told by this teacher in front of everyone else that she looked ridiculous but no one would be able to tell from a distance.

Pretty much lose it.

New plan. Get up Friday morning, fuck going in to office. Find a house on the river for the weekend. Shop. Sit on side of road and work.

Take Brigid, Barry and Rose and go. By 5:00 we are in the redwoods, on the river. B is having a burger and milk on the deck in the sun. We roll into town for ice cream, come back and play Trivial Pursuit. And listen to birds outside; by 10:00 pm its a rustling punctuated by the occasional heron scream. She looks at me and says this was the best idea ever.

Better.

Get up. Sit on the porch. They are up at 11. Spill down into the boats and up the river for swimming, pushing Barry around in the water. The BG is in full squalor and we get chased off the private beach across the river where they all end up any way.

Anne comes up, we bar b que and play three rounds of scrabble.

Body chemistry feels normal again. Start Monday with some lightish long cycle ladders, nothing heavier than 24's. That'll do, make it enough.

Where The Wild Things Are'nt

I'm totally crazy, I know that. I don't say that to be a smartass, but I know that that's the very essence of what makes my work good. And I know my work is good. Not everybody likes it, that's fine. I don't do it for everybody. Or anybody. I do it because I can't not do it.
Maurice Sendak

Behold the Artist's passion. I feel sorry for these people we conscripted to listen to this.

Sunday
90 minute EH is ABOUT damn perfect

Monday
14 hour day, grinding until 10:30 on jury instructions.

Tuesday
Jury gets a break, we are arguing evidence and jury instructions all day. Judge is a saint.
But we are done by 5:15 and hit CT for
6+6 offset deads 28kg
5-1 + 5-1 descending snatch ladder, 20kg
5+5 offset cleans, 20kg
15+15 28kg single arm swings
x3
Then 5x5x5 snatch, 20kg to 15 swings 28's
x2

Wednesday
Grind of a day and we rest.
Throw object for dog and sip scotch.

Thursday
Back in office for the day, prepping for next week's crosses. More new work comes in. Nuts. I may need to hire yet another.

CT confirms and its down to wood floor for simple and fast:

5+5 double jerks, 24, then two 28.
5-1+5-1 24kg snatch
straddle stance press and stretch
15/15 single arm swings, 28's. CT on the 24, insane.
x3.
Good quick and sweaty.

Friday
Pradeep, very good.

I have all the witnesses coming up, motions to be heard and major oppo.

Sat
All work, no dog walk, no nothing.

Sunday
Start at 8, straight to 1:15. Brunch.
Back and grind until 10:00.

Monday
Argue motions.
Jury comes back, devastating cross. Weekend's work pays off in spades (I hope) judge let's me go, hit it. Like I said, physicality has to go for a bit. Spent, back in office until 7:15 and done.

Tuesday
In to argue motions, lose the little stuff but we'll win the big stuff. Work late, tomorrow the first of two big days. Then be special master Friday. Hope for workout Thursday and yoga Friday but looks really dicey.

Wednesday
Hammer drops, we do not do well. Very late in office prepping for what now appear to be critical crosses next week. Time to bring it.

Thursday
Second day of defense. Unnecessarily long cross by defense has oxygen sucked out of courtroom by 10:00. Sarcastic and arrogant meet egotistical and bumbling. Not good. We get the last word and it better be good and clean.

Back to office, Late and feel weak. Do it, it will not get better unless you do.

60 alternating 16kg single arm swing warm up. Feels snappy and strong.
That evaporates with press work, which sucks.

10 alternating 24kg overhead press;
8 28 KG goblet squats
5+5 28 KG rows
10+10 step back lunges, bodyweight. Just stay square, feel entire foot on floor, weight through heel, simple, clean.
x3

20 28kg swings to 24 KG tgu
x5.

Bite with CT and back to clean dog.

Friday
Special Master duty and goes very very well.  But don't finish until very late, so no yoga, bummer.

Saturday
Snatches
15/15 16kg seven rep pace x 70.  Fine.

Sunday
Grinding all day, out back to work out in the odd eclipse light, gotta be light and feel like pushing

30 single arm swing warm up
10 pushups
5+5 24 kg press
24kg tgu
x5.
Press groove way out of whack, gets better and better but my press is weak.  A lot of ground to get back to where I was six weeks ago.

Want to do 100 swings but grip shot, don't push it, save it for a better day.

Want this to be over.  Way too much stress and toll.

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.

Levon's Last Waltz

"With horns and a full rhythm section, the drums always looked like the best seat in the house."
Levon Helm

Rock of Ages is one of the best live albums. Ever. Recorded in 1971 with Joe Farrell, Snooky Young, Howard Johnson, Earle McIntire, and J.D. Parron on horns with arrangements by Allen Toussaint, the performance is a blown out romp. People say it's a toss-up between Rock and The Last Waltz, but I don't think it's even close. From the opening bass line on Don't Do It, The Band is tight as Levon's rimshot. Even with that monster horn section punching out Toussaint's licks, Robertson's searing guitar, and Danko's pounding bottom end, the center of it is Levon's soaring voice. That guy could sing. Don't Do It was a cover - no one has ever sung it better and for me it was an anthem to adolescent angst. A voice to real (in a prospective sense anyway) and imaginary romance. Levon's version howled straight from my heart. Later it was Life Is a Carnival from the same record, but Don't Do It has always pounded just below the surface.

As a world we'll be paying tribute for a while here. The next three weeks are going to be consumed with trial, but I'm gonna get out every night. Gonna work out on the road; shed the suit, sweat some place with a view and listen to the pure joy that is Levon's music. Charles Pierce has written up him best.  http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/levon-helm-america-8173059 Great thing about social media is that we all get to celebrate Levon together. He was one cool dude; his virtual wake is gonna rock.

Sunday
EH. Miss B but good class.

Monday
Court all day, nothin'.

Tuesday
Seven hours of mediation and then CT. I am going to appreciate being told what to do for a bit here and 30-45 minutes in transit is perfect.
10, 8, 6, 4, 2
Swings, snatches, squats, presses, windmills
2x
Same 5-1
2x
Same 10-1
2x

Wednesday, nothing but work.

Thursday
Jury section. Big fun, smart people, hope it lasts.
CT session. Just the two of us, swings (single 8+8 x 3, two hand 20x7 28's) jerks (double 24x 5), deck squats (16 lb counterweight)
CT improbably swinging the 32, 2/3 of her birdlike body weight like a fucking BOSS. Hip snap and heel drive generating serious power, 70 pounds flying up like a feather. Yes, I should get a Beast. End up dripping sweat and in pieces on the studio floor, throwing heavy metal amidst the small group pilates people. Move along, pay no attention to the sweaty troll in the corner.

Friday
Scramble, but do get in bu fuckaround.
Leave for Pradeep. 60 minutes of tough love (not in that order.) Not too pounding and that's fine.

Saturday
Reviewing Exhibits, MJFs opening. Take B in for easy yoga.

Sunday
14 hours in office.

Monday
First day trial, to office after.

Tuesday
CT
8+8 28 kg cleans to 6 + 6 squats
5+5 t0 3+3
3+3 10 1+1 x2

Wednesday, in court, then in office until 9:30. Have yet to enjoy the commute throwdown.

Thursday
All day examining witnesses
CT at 7
20 32 kg swings to modified flow get up x2 with 16
x6

Friday
Back in office buried but clients overall supportive.
Bail for late Pradeep who puts us through 90 minutes of slow excruciating joy.
One of those classes where the music does not come on for 20 minutes. Where the knee stays bent, opposite hand to foot, raise leg, balance, look to nothing, relax your face, feel the universe in sweat, breathe and balance.

Long weekend.
Witness prep Saturday and then accounting document review, listening to Levon in 2008. Long week ahead. One of more than a few coming up.

Put it down at 7:30 and go out for some small movement:

30/30 20 reps, 30 sec, 32kg x 7, drop to 24 x 3 for total of ten, grip smoked.

Sunday
Up at 7 working on redirects. Stop to walk for an hour with daughter and dog. More work until we start getting mindfuck emails from opposition at 7:20. Waste of time, bring it on assholes.

You can set the load right on me . . .



Will try to sweat more this week . . .

Hey Dad, could you . . .

"I'm out here in the meadow, part of an old stone wall. Stand here because they said so, waiting around to fall."
Joe Walsh, Meadows

Tuesday
In early for round 2 of bu fool around.
Stick cleans, very very close on double 24s, two single 28 bup right. Hit the groove and it's easy. Miss it and it does not happen. But don't make it a snatch. I've seen those videos and some folks are cheating a bit.

Head to dank basement gym for lunch with the office 24. Quick circuit:
30 swings
5+5 clean to squat to press
10 125lb Lat pulls
1 tgu
x5.
30 minutes, good sweat. Yoga postures to cool down. Tree in the vff kso trek; like the meaty sole digging in to the down leg. Both are active.

Wednesday
Yoga. Fast and hard. Very strong on one leg series, screwing foot into floor and rock solid. Get out of your head-there is nothing but weight into floor and breath.

Thursday
Rest day planned.

Friday
In for bu practice. Barely one rep with the 28. Disgusted, grab twin 32's and clean & press; press the doubles. Hit it three times each one easier then the last. That's a PR. Time to start working seriously with the 36.
Late yoga. It's strong.
Belated bday dinner with CT, patient person and delightful company.

Sat
Brigid to Parkour, Rose to bay. Ecstatic in the rain. Taking people places, buying food, feeding them, being there while driving and picking them up all day. No training, no real rest, except 30 minutes listening to Joe Pass. Note to self: listen to more Joe Pass.


Listen to more Joe Pass at Wolfgang's Vault.


Sunday
Been looking forward to yoga with B all week. 90 minutes, all in. Leave him there in warrior two, we'll catch him on the other side. Clean up office and up to Hayes Valley where B prompts massive quantities of smiles from young women and gay men. Why is it straight young men look baffled so often ?

Hit CT 4:30. Nothing heavier than a 20 kg but sweating straight through by the end and leave with plenty to work on. Cossack squats. Yes, there is a task.

At dawn don suit so can do special master duty later. Hello hip flexors from yesterday.
In for bu fuckaround. Sticking everything closer and closer on the twin 24 and three good bu press on the 28. Expect yoga late pm but gets waylaid by "I'm going to do my thing" which means sleep on the sofa bs.
Breathe.
Predictable consequence of overwhelming force is arrival of Very Large Law firm. Now facing six sharp suits across the table rather than tweedle dum et al.


Rise to it counselor, teach you to kick ass . . . now close it.

Monday
In for good bu fuckaround, never get back.

Tuesday
Decide late to file opps which is the wrong call but not my call and means two late nights. Leave late but stop at gym at 8 for heavy double press fun
60 16kg single arm swing warm up.

Long cycle clean and press double kb:
5 20
4 24
3 28
2 32 (singles on last circuit, could not get doubles off chest.)

8 Front squats, twin 24
5 neutral grip pull ups
10+10 28kg rows
Bulgarian split squats, 8 20kg suitcase
x3

Wednesday
Trying to get brief out and teenager crisis explodes. Small kids, small problems; big kids, big problems. Get on the phone, get it all started. Sigh. No sweat, just massive flood of cortisol. Convince co-counsel we go with guns loaded and ready but do not let it fly until we have to.

Thursday
In early then most of the day in court. Oppositions ranks have grown, smoother now. Spend two and a half hours arguing "scheduling.". Race back for another handoff conference call. Hope I still have a practice when this is over. Decision not to file absolute correct one and co-counsel is grateful for restraint. We do make each other better, always have.

4:45 yoga. Head racing at start but gets better and better and at the end close to quiet.

Friday
Busy.
Leave for 4:30 Pradeep. Start off in savahnsana, means it's gonna be a sweatfest 15 minutes in. Plank work and long standing series at end. No lizard or pidgeon, just hit it.

Saturday
In for stair climb. Up BofA building in about 14 min with Brigid, Micah and CT. Big Fun and great meal at Green Chile Kitchen after. Yum. Then ice cream. Big yum. Drive around a whole bunch. At 6:45:
15/15 16kg snatches x 70, 7 rep pace. 35 minutes, dripping at end.

Sunday
Really nice end of the day dog walk on Burdell with Brigid, her witty self.

Monday
60 min Pradeep, hit it hard.

Just reviewing my texts, nearly every communication I have with the under 20 set starts with "Hey Dad could you . . ." with the following request for money, transportation, pick-ups, food-items, software, music downloads, Amazon purchase and the like. I could; S'ok.  But it gets more complicated.  It's B's 21st and Brigid is pissed because she wants him to have balloons, big dinner etc.  I got presents together, but the rest would have required someone other than me to organize due to day job, etc.  She is peeved and takes him upstairs to her sanctuary to watch a movie with her.  I am not invited.  So Dad, could you now leave us alone.  Yeah, I can do that too.  Sigh.

Happy Birthday B, love you so.

PR Everyday

"For the children, they had to try, to figure out the words to that song. Louie, Louie."
Todd Snider

Some dude tweeted the other day: "if you're not pr'ing everyday, you're a loser."
Insipid. One is not defined by the weight one presses overhead or pulls off the floor.

Wednesday
Good yoga, young moms in the row in front of me rocking it out joyful, snaking up from child's pose to cobra and back to dd, its early in the class before the sweat starts flying but it'll be good later too. I'm the oldest person in the room by a good bit but the equal of any in strength.

Digging out; only three clients pissed off at the end of the day.
Need to get bills out and receipts up. Trial killing me.

Thursday
The return of JL saves my bacon. Free to plot implementation of policy of overwhelming force tomorrow morning, and keep the rest at bay.
In for bu fuckaround, takes a good ten minutes to get dialed in. Goes well after that but it's clear time for a rest day, been seven days straight.

Friday
Overwhelming force plays very well. Find out how well by mid next week; feels good.
Kill rest of day, leave for yoga. Before that, run through Destroyer complex twice
50 alternating single arm swings
Double 16's
10 swings
10 snatches
10 squats
10 clean and press
10 pushups
10 mention over rows
x2
Then 60 min Pradeep. Extended lunge and warrior series has thighs alternately screaming. "I know, I know, I know . . ."

Saturday
Long marsh walk with Amy, Ian and Rose. Plan kbells later but it never happens.

Sunday
Awesome yoga with B.

Monday
Horrible jmb clean-up mediation.
Get out, feel like shit. Into office for wrap up. Then
60 single arm swings, 20 kg.

1-3 28kg short cycle press ladder to 2 32kg, doubles on right.
8 Twin 24kg front squats
5+5x2 32kg rows
5-1 single arm swing 28kg ladder
1 28kg tgu
x4
x5 just not in me but Fitocracy said it was a 1700 point workout. Too many points on the double cleans and not enough for a 60 min vinyasa class.
LAUNCHING the 20kg with the hips on warm-up, whee !

Home to mess. Sigh. Late Brigid wants to watch West Wing. We started with season 1 a couple of weeks ago; curl up with B and enjoy them for a bit.

Tuesday
11:30, 59 page order comes spilling through; doctrine of overwhelming force really could not have gone better. The shoe had not dropped, just the threat to wring out the last hope of settlement. He reverses field where he should have (in our favor) and slams the door (on them) citing liberally from my briefs and adopts my term "dilatory." I only say things like that when it's true; this is a smart judge and the lack of prior hyperbole pays off.   He listened, read, understood and that's all the tax payers of California can ask for. Apologies for consuming funds and time with this.
Late yoga. Perfectomento, out to psycho performance. Don't bite.

Wednesday
In for 30 minutes of bu fuckaround.
Sticking the double cleans, very close to double press. Going to come soon, I think. That's it.

Thursday
More cold and wet. Running work stuff starting at 8. Leave at noon after filing one motion and by 1:45 I can feel I'm going to have to dig deep to get anything in today in terms of sweat. Does not happen. Clean up calls and brief crises until 7:15.

Friday
Going to be conference calls until 11:30 then settlement conference. Get in at 7:30, grab the office 24 and head to the dank gym basement:

30 swings
5+5 squat to press
tgu
x8. Lat pulls last 3.
Kept it quick, pretty good.
Want late yoga but settle stupid case at 4:30 and client wants to drink. Four hours and five scotches later hit the last boat. Stopped drinking at 8:15 and followed with a lot of water = not much damage.

Saturday
Driving around with Brigid driving for four hours. Wiring her brain, no workout. Surprisingly exhausting, watching her get better and feeling her relax. Another milestone till the big one when she leaves.

Sunday
Up early to take I to Ross for a twelve hour tech run through. Head into the city to clean up office and hit gym - want to hit hard. My usual yoga classmates are lining up at the door while I'm lining up different colors of kettlebells, they look like dinosaur easter eggs, my own spring party, purple, black and orange.

80 single arm swing 16kg warm-up.

Long cycle double clean and press:
5 20kg
4 24kg
3 28kg
2 32 singles
8 Double 24 front squats
10 inverted rows
10 figure 8 to hold 20kg, to 10 24kg.
3x

20 28kg swings, to tgu x5.

Come back up pull old cd put of car door. Downloads from archive.org - mostly Lowell George Little Feat, Radiators. Single track at the end is @samanthamusic from The Independent NYE 2005. The State I'm In.  Bass drum, tom tom, guitar creeps in and she's off. Lost a bunch of weight a long time ago listening to that so google Sam when I get home and see what she is up to.

Sold all her stuff and traveling around the world is what. Shots from Antarctica. Insightful, well-written commentary.  Show Brigid, wow, that's so cool.
That's a PR.

Monday 3/19
In early for bu fuckaround. Close on the double 24's, single 28 right goes up easy. Yay me.
Back for Pradeep. Really crowded, really good.

You can't PR everyday without being utterly unremarkable. Selling all your shit and traveling around the world ? That's remarkable. Pushing a 28kg kettlebell overhead bottoms up ?
Stupid human trick.