Today is a weights day, but I won't be doing any lifting. Every eight weeks, I take a week off to allow what amounts to eight weeks worth of stress fractures and other slowly nurtured injuries to recover slightly before I reinforce them. This time I skipped the last two workouts of this cycle because my shoulder started squirting blood and crying out in pain if I so much as mentioned "military press."
So, to make up for this lack of wright training, I have been going on long walks. You may ask, how do these compare? They don't except that in my mind If I am not actively involved in some kind of activity everyday I will wake up the next day and be 300lbs again. So i take longisg walks.
By longish, I mean ten or more miles.
The local pool should be open soon. When that opens I will swim.
Fuck.
This is boring.
His thick, throbing pole of justice slid deep into her well oiled post-hole, and their union stood strong and hard, a symbol of this great and groaning nation.
Stress Indication System
Doing Dandy
I Am Reading
Me
People Say I Look High Strung - Yeah? So's your mom! Burn!
Check 'dis
- Ezekiel
- Austin, Texas, United States
- My life alternates between soul-crushing boredom and sheer terror. As sure as the day follows the night, I can expect to be entrenched in a multitude of immediate and ruthlessly demanding responsibilities for the rest of my foreseeable existence, to awaking in a world so void of a need for my attention I am forced to regularly relearn what it means to have "spare time." These things can and do include such entities as four children (no wife, but they were all produced by the same woman that was once my wife), the last semesters of my bachelor's degree (I took the scenic route through college), teaching the lab side of the introductory course to computer science (It's all "for" loops), and the occasional book.
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