since we left off-
friday- woke up a lil foggy after just 2 drinks with classmates the night before. worked 9a-9p, then jas picked me up. drove to london to see wendler, but he wasnt home yet and we didnt want to wait. on our way back to dublin, a bolt fell off one of the plates on jasons car near the wheel (describing in girl terms), rendering the car undriveable. called AAA, got towed, got back around 1230.
saturday- woke, got a rental, headed to the lexen meet just in time for the bench only flights... godawful. press, dump. press, dump. press... you get the idea. i'm happy to report the two women i saw didn't miss their lifts. left before deadlifts to head to the expo.
walked around aimlessly, stopped to talk to a few people we knew, and jas got recognized 4 times. everyone was polite, thanked him for his service to the country, and told him how inspiring he is. no one recognized me, which is just fine bc i had my clothes on i was THAT guy though, who offered to take pics of the people with jason when i saw that they werent about to ask. one of the girlfriends had him sign her t-shirt. he's humble about it, so im sayin it bc im proud of him.
so we had a short nap before we went out with chuck v, mike roush, and a bunch of other people i've met through jason. then i found out one of my hometown friends was in cbus, walking distance from where we were, so we ended up heading over to a second bar. jason is incredibly patient and puts up with A LOT from me.
got home before 1, went to bed.
sunday- woke up, stopped by the meet for a few minutes, and headed over to EFS to lift.
same cambered bar setup as last time, with instructions to best yourself somehow- better form, more weight, more reps, something.
so i did my "225" for 2 reps with better form, and faster. decided to cool it there, instead of killing myself.
followed with some random, lightweight high rep accessory work before we had to bail.
stopped by jason's apt to pick up our bags, then back to hometown. mom hasnt had all 5 of her children in the same room for 3+ years, and she wanted a group picture. not necessarily because of feuding (although that has gone on), but bc we're all spread out and have had crazy schedules. so, it was nice to see everyone, and we're a damned good looking bunch, if i say.
even for a fat powerlifter, my ego tells me i have to mention that im in the best shape of all of em. (not counting that round is indeed a shape)
today- the brother who DOESNT live across the hall, who i DID have years of silence followed by eggshell relations recently repaired, caught me in the parking lot of my building today between classes. mentioned wanting to lose fat and that he'd been running... eek.
so, i introduced him to fish oil, superfood, and the foam roller among other things, before i taught him about hiit.
of course i wasn't gonna be THAT guy and not SHOW him, so we went for some hill sprints. we got through 3 on my baby hill, obviously racing. i whooped his ass on the first 2, his ego caught up with him on 3 and we tied. that's when he started cursing/thanking me.
then, while my glute-ham tie ins were burning and seizing and i was fighting off waves of nausea, i sat in the car while he pushed it around the cemetery next door, 15 sec on and 60 sec off, 3 rounds. that's when he lost most of his ability to speak, and stopped cursing/thanking me.
I managed to get out of the car and walk into my building with dignity, but i spent about 20 minutes on the floor of my bathroom before i graduated to the bed. then brother across the hall showed up with a full chinese dinner courtesy of mom.
so here i sit, watching irish movies and doing 400 word writeups for the evening, work at oh-dark-thirty in the AM.