Monthly Archives: June 2012

And She had Eyes like Gasoline Puddles on the Dark Side of The Moon

Probably 4 or 5 months ago now I saw a picture on the internet that said “Take public transit; Fall in love 50 times.” Before I even got to the ’50 times’ I thought “YUP.” To get to the gym (Or anywhere else) after work I take the TTC. The subway is packed at rush hours, like, 200-250ish people in each 50 foot car, I couldn’t have got a seat if I wanted to (I didn’t, I don’t sit unless it’s as near as matters empty because the seats are for old people and pregnant women). I get on to go to the gym take a look around and notice I’m standing no more than 15ft. from a very pretty girl who’s sitting and reading (Something I’ve gotten into lately, I started Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar on Monday), we make eye contact for less than half a second, but it was enough for me to notice she had the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. They were blacker than the night’s sky in the country, blacker than puddle of oil on fresh pavement, blacker than the album cover for Smell the Glove. You literally could not distinguish her iris from her pupil. So dark, but still so kind. She looked up in my direction one more time before we both got off the subway, again for a similar span of time. At most a second of seeing those eyes and yet they’re vivid in my memory some 3 hours later. Knowing I saw her at the busiest time of day in the biggest city in the fucking country on one car of about 20 on one subway train that runs every 3 minutes affirms that I will never see her again. I don’t want to talk about that.

I probably sound like a real fucking creep right now, but whatever, there’s not much else to do on this train than read or write.

Snatch: 165 x 10 x 1
Pressed 3 out, Is it illegal to “Shrug out”, because I’m pretty sure I shrugged up after the catch on pretty much every rep.

Klokov: 165 x 5 x 1
It was real cool bottoming out on the first attempt at one and falling back and having to throw the bar off myself. AGL. Smoked 5 after that, though.

Curl: 100 x 2 x 8

Chins: +70 x 5,5,7
As promised, only did 70 because of bicep fatigue from the curls, caught a pretty fat pump, it was alright.

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I’m going to Town on that Ass like Mary and Joseph

I won’t have access to internet on my laptop on Monday nights (and I don’t like typing on my phone) so Monday posts won’t be published until Tuesday evenings. As if anyone fucking cares.

While waiting 7 fucking hours or so for a rack to press in a girl who competes in weightlifting started talking to me, she was pretty cool and snatched quite well. I was appalled that I managed to hold up a conversation with her without being a complete social Gordon-fuck, it probably just means I’m not attracted to her. I’ll probably never see her again anyways, it’s fine.

Maclain:
You’re on the run in france? Please..stay safe.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2153370/Revealed-Victim-Canadian-porn-star-cannibal-Chinese-gay-lover-police-reveal-murderer-run-France–dressed-woman.html

P.S. You probably could have found a better pseudonym than “Magnotta”

Dude’s real messed up, but I guess living with French people is a punishment harsh enough.

Squat: 360 x 8 x 3

Felt pretty good, pretty normal.

Press: 180 x 8 x 3
I was waiting for fucking ever to get the one open rack because the other ones have the upright members too low/wide for pressing in an unobstructed manner. After about a half hour I got fed up and pressed in one of the closed rack. I bounced the plates off it an average of about once per set. I wanted to eat and go to bed so I took ~90 seconds between sets. Last 3 were real tough as a result.

Deadlift: 335 x 10
Pretty easy, on track to do with pulls what I did with squats for rehab and getting back to normal.

Didn’t do chins because it was late, I’ll do them Wednesday.

I- Take off the Blazer, Loosen up the Tie

Step inside the booth, Superman is alive.

What am I working on now? Sorry, I can’t talk about it, it’s confidential.

Writing this at 2am because I went out right after I got home, tired as hell.

Squat: 425 x 5
Could have been a bit easier, but it wasn’t too bad.

Bench: 295 x 3
Smoked it, mis-loaded the bar, it should have been 305, but I was expecting to deload soon anyways.

Deadlift: 315 x 2 x 10
It was fine.