the iron welcomes me and opens up my words

following one of the best weeks in my life, i found myself alone again, and not merely separated from my love, but isolated old-school.

the week consisted mostly of poorly sleeping and being hot and despite this it was, as i said, one of the best weeks of my entire life. this bodes well for the rest of my life.

but it ended, and i lost my words. i haven't written in so long that my last entry scrolled off the main page. for three days i had no words. but now they're back. i'm back. the swing of things is dictated by my iron. no matter how much hiking and running i do after my "return" i haven't really returned until i've once again made gravity my enemy.

my summer lifting program is working. that's all there is to it. i cut out my beloved squats and deadlifts and because of this my running, hiking, and upper body have all gotten stronger. i was contrary and it worked. i wont make it last forever because i must squat, but i'm glad that i'm flexible enough to try new things and make them work.

this bodes well for the rest of my life.