Fly; you might find me in a spider web.
I fucking live this shit.
This is not a joke.
This shit is my day to day life.
I’m the MopeilityWod equivalent of a Supple Leopard.
Yesterday I was walking from one building to another with a couple friends at school to grab a coffee and kill the 40 minutes between two classes, as we’re walking across I see some girl walk out of the building crying, and sit down on a brick laid ledge (3ft, not something someone could jump off and kill themselves) and continue crying.
This made me sad. I legit felt real bad for the girl, because something must have been REALLY fucking shit in her life for her to walk out of the building in tears in the middle of the morning. I wanted to go try and console her, maybe ask her to come sit with us and just be generally friendly as a way to be a decent human being, not as a way to prey on a vulnerable girl. I just wanted to be nice. The problem was. I have no fucking idea how to do that. I figured however I went about it, I’d be perceived as trying to pick her up, so I didn’t do anything, and continued to feel bad about it, and now even worse because I’m too much of a loser to do something about it. I’m so socially fucking retarded that I can tell everyone else will be able to how socially retarded I am. I know that if I try to be normal, I’ll fall on my face. I fucking live this shit.
Later on while I was eating lunch with a friend and his lady friend I told the story, the conversation that followed went something like this.
Friend’s Girl: You’re so mean!
Me: How does that make me mean?
FG: You didn’t talk to her.
Me: That’s not mean, I wanted to, but I couldn’t do it.
FG: Why not?
Me: She would have thought I was a creep.
FG: No she wouldn’t, what’s the worst that could have happened?
Me: She’d think I’m trying to prey on her and pepper spray me
FG: You would NOT get pepper sprayed, why would you even think that?
Me: I assume the worst possible situation and assume that as reality.
FG: Well, you need to stop assuming.
Me: I fucking live this shit.
End of the day, she’s probably had a terrible day, and is probably having a pretty shit week, and I feel like a piece of shit and am reassured of my social ineptness.
In psychology we learned about monkeys that were completely isolated for the first half of their lives, once they were introduced to other monkeys they couldn’t interacts, couldn’t reproduce, and died a lot sooner. I’m one of those monkeys.
Front Squat: 250 x 3 x 3
CG Bench: 210 x 3 x 3
Rows: 225 x 2 x 5
Harder than usual
Curls: (40, 30, 20) x 2 x 8
Fat pump, really, really fat pump
Found a really good femoropatellar Mob on MobilityWod, I ordered Voodoo bands to do it right, but just did two sets, one of 20 per leg and one of 40 per leg using my knee wraps put on really tight in the placement the bands would be and it feels pretty amazing.