Staring me in the face. A calendar, a beast of steel, a phone call never returned. Six months away. Six weeks from today. Six hours. Training time lost to both injury and strategic rest. Pull ups a plenty and then a controlled break in the cycle. Greasing the groove to increase the proof.

35 pounds to lose.

20 dead hang pull ups.

Rifle Expert qualifications.

Quitting smokeless tobacco.

All goals I have met and conquered. Next week will measure me. In both size and depth. Yoga tonight, after a beautiful run of 6 days between sessions. What's gone on the past few days? You can certainly see it in my face. Next week they need to see it in my press.

In advance

Sit-rep, be advised.

Yoga has kept my heart from breaking this week, as a knee injury has surface and lunging from the right side has been troublesome.

I am under 230lbs and have taken a break from weight training. When I slip to 225, that will be a marker of time enough spent away from the pull up bar and the heavy presses. My neck is tender and I am straight up sweating the beast press.

Yoga tomorrow if my foot permits. I found a new instructor I like. Female, naturally. Had a massage from an RKC today. Go to Dragon Gym in Exton if you want a talented group of RKCs to school you, then heal you.

I never use a coffee machine anymore, I simply use the french press. Also, no milk or half and half in awhile.

I like hard boiled eggs and short women.