Benchmark
A new benchmark:Bench Press:
Six (6) Reps: 365lbs.
Four (4) Reps: 385lbs.
Three (3) Reps: 405lbs.
Body Weight: 239lbs.
Body Fat: 15%
I can do more.
This Week In Review:
Monday, 13 August 2007:
As I was leaving work Ross told me he thought I was a good worker. He suspects my difficulties at work reflect poorly on management. Also, he will be my supervisor starting next week.
My shift over I went to the gym. My friend Casey was there lifting weights, along with her mother-in-law and her stepdaughter. Casey is a short, athletic woman whom works third shift as an emergency room nurse. Her husband is an EMT.
We chatted as we lifted. Casey said "I wish things were a little more exciting around here."
"Oh, noes", I said quietly. "Excitement means things are being broken, people are being hurt. I prefer 'calm', 'calm' is good."
A half hour later an old woman drove over her husband’s foot in the parking lot. As Casey and I saw the ambulance off I couldn’t resist saying, with a sad shake of my head, "See, excitement: not good."
Tuesday, 14 August 2007:
I enjoyed a rare morning off work and went to the gym to work the heavy bag while I played Sinead O’Connor’s I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got, followed by a few rounds on the speed bag. Nathan, a big, friendly, redhead whom is proud of his Irish roots hung out with me. He enjoyed Sinead O’Connor’s music, and it was nice to have company, though I think he hurt his hand fooling with the speed bag.
After breakfast I went to Fort Williams and the Portland Head Light. It was a fine day to visit this park, exploring the trails and crumbling fortifications under a fair sky. As I watched the surf surge against the rocky shore I thought, "This is enduring". Translucent greens and blues interplayed with opaque browns and whites and greys. Spray and foam surged as a cool salted breeze cut the summer heat. Wave crashed against rock long before human conceits. Wave will crash against rock long after all is forgotten.
I found a small girl of perhaps five or six years standing bewildered and crying on the trail. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and mismatched little rubber shoes - one pink, the other green. The pink shoe was on her right foot, wrong to this sailor’s eye. She seemed about the size of my arm. I handed her a bear-cub and ran like hell...
Actually I realized her family must already looking for her. Her name was Charlotte. She’d been romping through the woods with her older siblings and cousins, was left behind and became disorientated. I assured her I would take her back to the Lighthouse and help her find her family. She was happier then and we chatted cheerfully as we walked.
Charlotte was excited to recognize a bit of trail leading up a hill and ran ahead, leaving her pink shoe beside me. As she put her shoe back on I gently told her "You’re silly." She beamed up at that.
We crested the hill a 'tween girl with long brown hair ran up shouting "Charlotte! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!" and gave the small girl a big hug. I slipped away as Charlotte skipped happily off back to where she belonged.
Wednesday, 15 August 2007:
I returned to the gym following my shift at work. Erika the aerobics instructor was getting complaints from her class that someone had left a heavy bag hanging in the Aerobics Room. I took it down for them, noting it had been hung too high. We’ve several untrained people whom try to use the boxing equipment; they eventually hurt themselves. There’s more to throwing a proper punch than some assume.
After breakfast I went back to my cave to sleep. My apartment has no furniture, no telephone, nor a television. It’s just a couple of empty rooms really, some ordinary clothing and books, an empty, unused kitchen with an empty, unused refrigerator, and a bathroom with a few basic sundries.
I awoke that evening to find the sun already set and my new neighbours Steve and Jamie struggling to offload a washing machine and dryer from the bed of a borrowed pick-up truck. I offered to give them a hand.
"That’s okay", Jamie said. She’s a pretty girl, with short, light-brown hair. She didn’t want to impose upon me I guess.
Unfortunately I was looking for an opportunity to show off my strength. I told her how much I bench-pressed. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend Steve and said, "You’re hired." Steve and I made short work of it. He lifts weights too.
Their apartment is well-furnished, nothing like mine. They’ve a handcrafted carpet, some one hundred years old, a thick riot of colour over a polished, hardwood floor. Jamie explained the deceptively big carpet came from a relative’s old New England farmhouse. I was thinking how modern "heavy duty" commercial-use carpet just doesn’t last.
I drove to the local market to buy fruit, yogurt, and juice for my "lunch" later that morning (I usually partake at three or four o'clock in the morning). As I climbed out of my pick-up a brunette lady asked, "Can I ask you a strange question? Do you have a flashlight?"
I did. It only took a moment to lend it to her.
She’d misplaced her wallet, and the dome light in her compact car was out. I noticed her car was somewhat cluttered. She tore through bags and purses with increasing worry. She looked at me with huge puppy-dog-eyes, "I think I left it on my (car) roof at the last store - I just got paid."
"Perhaps you hid it beneath your car seats?", I suggested.
She hesitated, then dove into her car, searching beneath each seat. Her callipygian efforts struck joy. She found her wallet under the passenger seat.
Thursday, 16 August 2007:
I was driving on the Pleasant Hill Road when I spotted a rooster and a hen in the roadway. I passed them slowly then turned a corner. A green pick-up driven by a dark-haired man with a dark moustache was coming the opposite way, much slower than the posted speed limit, yet still too fast for the hazard just ahead. I flashed my high beams hoping the other driver would get the hint to proceed with caution. Instead he pointedly jabbed his finger at the posted speed limit and turned the corner sharply. I was only trying to tell him the road ahead was fowled.
Six (6) Reps: 365lbs.
Four (4) Reps: 385lbs.
Three (3) Reps: 405lbs.
Body Weight: 239lbs.
Body Fat: 15%
I can do more.
This Week In Review:
Monday, 13 August 2007:
As I was leaving work Ross told me he thought I was a good worker. He suspects my difficulties at work reflect poorly on management. Also, he will be my supervisor starting next week.
My shift over I went to the gym. My friend Casey was there lifting weights, along with her mother-in-law and her stepdaughter. Casey is a short, athletic woman whom works third shift as an emergency room nurse. Her husband is an EMT.
We chatted as we lifted. Casey said "I wish things were a little more exciting around here."
"Oh, noes", I said quietly. "Excitement means things are being broken, people are being hurt. I prefer 'calm', 'calm' is good."
A half hour later an old woman drove over her husband’s foot in the parking lot. As Casey and I saw the ambulance off I couldn’t resist saying, with a sad shake of my head, "See, excitement: not good."
Tuesday, 14 August 2007:
I enjoyed a rare morning off work and went to the gym to work the heavy bag while I played Sinead O’Connor’s I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got, followed by a few rounds on the speed bag. Nathan, a big, friendly, redhead whom is proud of his Irish roots hung out with me. He enjoyed Sinead O’Connor’s music, and it was nice to have company, though I think he hurt his hand fooling with the speed bag.
After breakfast I went to Fort Williams and the Portland Head Light. It was a fine day to visit this park, exploring the trails and crumbling fortifications under a fair sky. As I watched the surf surge against the rocky shore I thought, "This is enduring". Translucent greens and blues interplayed with opaque browns and whites and greys. Spray and foam surged as a cool salted breeze cut the summer heat. Wave crashed against rock long before human conceits. Wave will crash against rock long after all is forgotten.
I found a small girl of perhaps five or six years standing bewildered and crying on the trail. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and mismatched little rubber shoes - one pink, the other green. The pink shoe was on her right foot, wrong to this sailor’s eye. She seemed about the size of my arm. I handed her a bear-cub and ran like hell...
Actually I realized her family must already looking for her. Her name was Charlotte. She’d been romping through the woods with her older siblings and cousins, was left behind and became disorientated. I assured her I would take her back to the Lighthouse and help her find her family. She was happier then and we chatted cheerfully as we walked.
Charlotte was excited to recognize a bit of trail leading up a hill and ran ahead, leaving her pink shoe beside me. As she put her shoe back on I gently told her "You’re silly." She beamed up at that.
We crested the hill a 'tween girl with long brown hair ran up shouting "Charlotte! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!" and gave the small girl a big hug. I slipped away as Charlotte skipped happily off back to where she belonged.
Wednesday, 15 August 2007:
I returned to the gym following my shift at work. Erika the aerobics instructor was getting complaints from her class that someone had left a heavy bag hanging in the Aerobics Room. I took it down for them, noting it had been hung too high. We’ve several untrained people whom try to use the boxing equipment; they eventually hurt themselves. There’s more to throwing a proper punch than some assume.
After breakfast I went back to my cave to sleep. My apartment has no furniture, no telephone, nor a television. It’s just a couple of empty rooms really, some ordinary clothing and books, an empty, unused kitchen with an empty, unused refrigerator, and a bathroom with a few basic sundries.
I awoke that evening to find the sun already set and my new neighbours Steve and Jamie struggling to offload a washing machine and dryer from the bed of a borrowed pick-up truck. I offered to give them a hand.
"That’s okay", Jamie said. She’s a pretty girl, with short, light-brown hair. She didn’t want to impose upon me I guess.
Unfortunately I was looking for an opportunity to show off my strength. I told her how much I bench-pressed. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend Steve and said, "You’re hired." Steve and I made short work of it. He lifts weights too.
Their apartment is well-furnished, nothing like mine. They’ve a handcrafted carpet, some one hundred years old, a thick riot of colour over a polished, hardwood floor. Jamie explained the deceptively big carpet came from a relative’s old New England farmhouse. I was thinking how modern "heavy duty" commercial-use carpet just doesn’t last.
I drove to the local market to buy fruit, yogurt, and juice for my "lunch" later that morning (I usually partake at three or four o'clock in the morning). As I climbed out of my pick-up a brunette lady asked, "Can I ask you a strange question? Do you have a flashlight?"
I did. It only took a moment to lend it to her.
She’d misplaced her wallet, and the dome light in her compact car was out. I noticed her car was somewhat cluttered. She tore through bags and purses with increasing worry. She looked at me with huge puppy-dog-eyes, "I think I left it on my (car) roof at the last store - I just got paid."
"Perhaps you hid it beneath your car seats?", I suggested.
She hesitated, then dove into her car, searching beneath each seat. Her callipygian efforts struck joy. She found her wallet under the passenger seat.
Thursday, 16 August 2007:
I was driving on the Pleasant Hill Road when I spotted a rooster and a hen in the roadway. I passed them slowly then turned a corner. A green pick-up driven by a dark-haired man with a dark moustache was coming the opposite way, much slower than the posted speed limit, yet still too fast for the hazard just ahead. I flashed my high beams hoping the other driver would get the hint to proceed with caution. Instead he pointedly jabbed his finger at the posted speed limit and turned the corner sharply. I was only trying to tell him the road ahead was fowled.