Sick Sad Little World

First order of business: I did not do my swings yesterday. Just 1 hour ago I rang my mate for a wee smoker. We went after 3 pull ups, 5 push ups, and 20 swings (any style) as many rounds as we could in 20:00. at 20:10 when I blew the whistle, he had gotten 14 and I was done, DONE at 13. 13 x 20 swings = almost enough to make up for the fact that I just HAD to rest yesterday. I thought about Coach Randy's blog and his mission to snatch everyday in January. I went at this every day swing theory a lil' reckless I suppose. Cause yesterday AM my back and everything south of my back on both sides was torched.

I first set out to get the swings first thing in the morning regardless of what my head, the Gods, or the world had in store for me. Thinking it was going to be an 8 minute death march to rev the ol' metabolism. Wrong. I need to carefully orchestrate my swing mission so that it doesn't bring me pain rather than joy. Tonight I used a 32kg for all but 10 swings. so, 250 with the 32kg is not bad at all. However, it was probably the first time in two years My swings actually felt nasty. And with the swing, if it isn't the most crisp and inspection ready thing you've ever done then it ain't worth doing. I understand gutting out a snatch test and just digging down on a run, but a swing is in another class. The swing should not be taken to the point of diminishing returns, correct? I mean, there are so many ways to flarg yourself if you try to fake a swing, why bother?

So tonight, my swings were plentiful, but if I was being watched by any of you, you would say that they were watered down and lame.

Tomorrow: Plan the assault. Tonight: Go see a romantic comedy with my buddy. We plan to sit two seats apart as per the Standard Operating Procedure of the Man Date Manual. His wife is OOT, my girl goes to bed early, and he is being admitted to the hospital in ten days for his THIRD flarging round of cancer treatment. Now is the time to laugh, cause in two weeks shit just won't be that funny. Two Xmas' in a row my man gets sick and then this memorial day weekend his dog passes away and he finds out he needs chemo again. I'll elaborate on my feelings toward this life in Sick Sad Little World pt. II