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+1 for tinkering with form and having it work.

moar triceps.

almost forgot to log last night

SORENESS: none
ACHES/INJURIES: none (on antibiotic break)
MENTAL STATE: good

- pull up x 6,5,5,5,5,5

- bench 80 x 3,3,3
LOL

- kroc row 32 x 20L;20R

- DB OHP 22s x 8,7

- hyper +15 x 10

- TTB x 5
right shoulder protested a little, not worth pushing

failed to bring jump rope and the treadmills and shit weren't working so i didn't warm up at all. felt fine but that's not an experiment i will repeat.

will do friend's yoga class again in a bit. i like her style, she mixes in some bw stuff that's meant to get the heart rate up and be challenging, like 40 seconds of kickbacks-to-spidermans while maintaining a plank on the planted foot.

am beginning to adjust to the fact that at the moment, i'm exercising just to exercise, and that's okay. listening to my body and not pushing through injuries, just putting my system through its paces. could stand to do more cardio. once my finger heals i'll start playing ultimate again, which will help.

EDIT: as planned, tonight

- yoga x 75 mins
knees hurt toward the end and for a little while afterwards.

i've done it a little, on college ball, and actually netted out positively (albeit for small amounts). but i've also done it enough to know that my success is luck and i'd be stupid to think otherwise.

had a deeply fucked up dream last night.

my brothers and i found out that our dad was planning to kill us, and that he was in a big brick house preparing to do it. so my brother lincoln got a few revolvers and we went to get him first. we snuck into the house and split up. i was going room by room doing that thing you see people do in movies when i looked down some stairs into the basement and saw him walking around. he had some materials with him that made it clear he was planning to trap and torture us down there. he didn't see me. somehow i knew he would come up to the kitchen so i went in there and pointed my gun at the door. my heart was in my throat.

as soon as he walked in, i yelled, "freeze! don't move!" and he stopped. then he laughed and said, "well, guess you got me." i pointed my gun at him and he just kept laughing. then i pulled the trigger and it just clicked over to the next chamber. lincoln hadn't loaded the gun! i kept clicking and my dad kept laughing, very relaxed, until finally the last chamber had a bullet in it and i shot him right in the middle of the forehead. and then i burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably with grief and relief.

a little while later he was alive again, but we still had him captured. he was still laughing and relaxed, and i was just so confused and anguished, asking him over and over why he wanted to kill us, was he this person all along, a psychopath? [it bears mentioning here that in real life i love my dad and have a wonderful relationship with him.] and he just sneered. at one point he stripped down to his underwear and put on a bright red dress and walked around the house, continuing to blow off my questions. my phone buzzed and when i pulled it out, a lot of the app icons were thumbnails of calvin and hobbes comics. i clicked on one and it brought up a strip that had the dad in it. since i was a little kid i've thought that calvin's dad might as well be a caricature of my dad: skinny, round glasses, big nose, bald, ride bikes and hate drivers, think chores build character. as soon as i saw the strip i burst into tears again.

then i woke up.

SORENESS: none
ACHES/INJURIES: none (still on antibiotics but feel fine)
MENTAL STATE: good

- yoga x 75 mins
went to friend's class. was great, hips wrecked. all the little stabilizer muscles got a taxing.

re: NYC, damn dude, everything okay?