a kickass workout day. It’s been a bitch scheduling it into my summer schedule but it feels damn good to push myself again.
Definitely got to relieve a good amount of stress, and it’s something that’s been bottling up for awhile; hopefully I can get back into being consistent. Seeing as how these next few months are gonna pan out, I’m gonna need it.
I had just arrived at the gym when it struck, and I happened to be in the middle taking a piss. Yeah. I thought somebody was going HAAAM on the deadlifts, but alas. Kept my control tho, thankfully.
And then they issued a mandatory evacuation of the gym, so we had to wait outside for a good 15-20min whilst they checked to make sure it was safe to go back inside.
Sure enough, they issued the all clear, and we all proceeded to go back into the gym to carry on with our workouts.
I felt the urge to take a pre-workout poop, so I went into stall to take care of business. And then a motherfucking strong-ass aftershock struck. Yeah. Not fun. Very awkward.
I took that one as a sign not to work out, and considering the high likelihood of more noticable aftershocks in the coming hour, I decided it was safest to just go home. Not trying to drown or have the pool floor crack beneath me, nawmsayin’.
But yeah man, that earthquake + afterschock experience. Pretty interesting.
Open, Blunt, and sometimes even uncomfortable conversations,
I live for those. So many interesting ideas get exchanged, and you tend to learn a few interesting perspectives on certain aspects of life. The tension is real, and it adds a unique dimension of excitement to the conversation.
In all honesty, despite the whole being single thing, today was a damn good day.
Went to class, came back home, took a glorious 2 hour nap, went back to campus for one kickass weightlifting workout, helped a friend in need, and had one hell of an impromptu jam session with one of the apartment-mates. That shit lasted for almost 2 hours, yo. I was able to re-learn one of my favorite guitar solos from high school, and better yet it only took me about 10 minutes before I got it down.
Oh yeah, and I met a really cute girl at the gym today, too.
But seriously though, thank you to everyone who was a part of this day. I love y’all.
Every time I get less than 4 hours of sleep, I feel a unique kind of exhaustion. I don’t really know how to describe it. If I get anywhere between 5-8, I feel tired, but largely competent in a mental and physical sense. When I go below the 4-hour threshold, however, I just feel… slow. My eyes feel sunken. This almost indescribable sensation—something dirty, slightly adhesive, and murky overall—floods my eyelids every time I blink.
On the bright side, I was able to manage a half-mile swim, a 1.5-2 hour long full body workout, and Philip’s workshop. All while having crappy ass lung capacity and overall just physically feeling like shit.
My body hates me right now, but it was fucking worth it.
Oh yeah, and that awkward foot cramp while doing leg extensions? As Jeff so eloquently put it, I looked like a little bitch when it happened.
Regardless, today was one hell of a productive day.