Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Liftin Low

Warm up, stretch.

3x4ea DB snatch w. 35,40,45

5x8 DB squat w. 0/0/30/30/35
alt. 6x6/6/5/4/4/3 HC w. 35/35/75/95/100

3x6 Trapbar DL w. 95/115/125
alt. 4x8ea DB row w. 40/40/45/45

3x 10ea Shoulder circuit w. 5/5/7.5
alt. 3x8ea bicep curl w 27.5/30/30
alt. 3x16 elev. Bosu pushup

Core

Rolled out

 

These weights are pathetic and yet I probably was a tad aggressive on my first lift, as my entire body is sore, and writing it exhausted me.

First, this is the true joyless patience.

Second, it’s going to get less joyful when I switch gyms.

Third fuck that felt good. I missed putting things up and picking them down.

Okay, more patience. Swim. Stretch, yoga, keep lifts lighter, and possible shorter. More core. More body weight or nothing.

It’s the process of getting better. Things are sore, they need rest. Sleep. SLEEP. Stretch. Good diet.

Sleep.

Meditation.

Stretch.

Joyless Patience. Joyless Labor.

I’m calling it that because I generally like the work of getting better at the sport. Maybe if I try to change my mindset into getting healthy as also getting better. Idk, give it a try. I need to get better, I’ll do anything, including changing the mindset.

Easy Swim at the Y

Yogi Lyfe