Benchmark
A new benchmark:Bench Press:
Six (6) Reps: 45lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 135lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 225lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 315lbs.
Three (3) Reps: 410lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 315lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 225lbs.
Body Weight: 237lbs.
Body Fat: 13%
I've still some fat to burn away. I don't trust the body fat calculator (it's a guideline mostly - it's better to be approximately correct than precisely wrong). I feel stronger, and that feels good.
Some folks still pout over words I say (i.e., god is a myth, the United States is a criminal organization, etc.), but no one has counseled me at work since February, nor has my truck been vandalized lately. I don't really care about the random anonymous threats left in my locker. My supervisors rarely speak to me, but at least they've stopped their stupid jingoistic hate-filled rants. In-your-face 19" guns is a big ol' mug of STFU. I've a right to bare arms.
It's not enough though. I'm pissed I can't get discharged from your military. I'm outraged your government censored me. I'm angry your government ignores what it owes. I've no expectation of my emotion overcoming official dementia.
I wear steel-toed boots. Perhaps I should start kicking teeth in vice waiting for another round of stupidity? If Force is the only language fools speak then violence is the only answer. Insubordination, a direct violation of the Sedation Act of 1917, is not enough.
I might not be the biggest lion in the pride but I'm no kitten either. I'm a trained heavy-weight, and this is a target-rich environment. The cowards should have upheld the Constitution when they had the chance. These weasels ought not to have wandered so far from the light.
Six (6) Reps: 45lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 135lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 225lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 315lbs.
Three (3) Reps: 410lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 315lbs.
Six (6) Reps: 225lbs.
Body Weight: 237lbs.
Body Fat: 13%
I've still some fat to burn away. I don't trust the body fat calculator (it's a guideline mostly - it's better to be approximately correct than precisely wrong). I feel stronger, and that feels good.
Some folks still pout over words I say (i.e., god is a myth, the United States is a criminal organization, etc.), but no one has counseled me at work since February, nor has my truck been vandalized lately. I don't really care about the random anonymous threats left in my locker. My supervisors rarely speak to me, but at least they've stopped their stupid jingoistic hate-filled rants. In-your-face 19" guns is a big ol' mug of STFU. I've a right to bare arms.
It's not enough though. I'm pissed I can't get discharged from your military. I'm outraged your government censored me. I'm angry your government ignores what it owes. I've no expectation of my emotion overcoming official dementia.
I wear steel-toed boots. Perhaps I should start kicking teeth in vice waiting for another round of stupidity? If Force is the only language fools speak then violence is the only answer. Insubordination, a direct violation of the Sedation Act of 1917, is not enough.
I might not be the biggest lion in the pride but I'm no kitten either. I'm a trained heavy-weight, and this is a target-rich environment. The cowards should have upheld the Constitution when they had the chance. These weasels ought not to have wandered so far from the light.