Right now I'm sleeping on some cushions from an old couch, my sleeping bag, and my comforter. It's working fairly well.
Last night at the gym some guy asked me to critique his cleans. I said they looked fine, though I probably should have told him that he needs to use the hook grip and he could have been a little more aggressive with the elbow rotation. And he should gain 40 pounds and wear weightlifting shoes. But it looked mostly all right - vertical bar path, elbows rotated around at the catch. I'm not competent to coach these things. Then I cleaned 205. I had more in me, but I didn't want to tire myself out because I was only cleaning to warm up for deadlifts. Now, if I felt like I could hit 225, maybe I would've pressed on and called it a day after that - no deadlifts.
Okay, this is cool: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_versus_Horse_Marathon I suppose men can run down faster animals eventually.
I couldn't find my black belt or one of my Chuck Taylors this morning. It was fairly disconcerting because they were some of the few things I had not packed up. They should have been somewhere. I had worn them earlier in the week! So I'm not wearing a belt. I hope it doesn't look weird. I'm not wearing my Chuck Taylors, either, but that's not weird. You're not weird.
I put a picture of R as the wallpaper on my phone. I keep opening up my phone. It's distracting.
I guess tomorrow I'll be picking up heavy things and putting them down. Since I'll be helping R move and I think I may be the only dude around. I'll have to get into the gym in the morning beforehand.
My mom says I'm a catch. I'm popular. I'm never last-picked. I got a cheerleading chick.
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