moment of joy for the week

the infected mushroom was blasting, i was as warmed up and chalked up and both psyched and relaxed as i was going to get.

every olympic-sized weight in the house was on the bar, like my favorite scene from the best superhero movie bruce willis ever starred in (as long as i don't rewatch it, like the way i rewatched and totally ruined "flight of the navigator"). i grabbed the bar, put my feet in the right places, took my breath, and lifted 390. by many standards, that's not much, but as i told at least two people this week in regards to other sports: you can't judge yourself by other people.

that's a personal record for ME. it's the most i've ever deadlifted, and also the most weight i've pulled off the ground by any means. a couple years back i sumo deadlifted 380, but that was with straps, and, as i just said, sumo deadlift.

anyhow, i didn't tweak my back like last week, though this week i re-inflamed it a little. i made a judgement call that i was better-enough, and i was right.

i have only three items on my todo list for today:

1) go to the grocery for more milk
2) eat a big big lunch
3) go out to the garage and see if i can scrounge up 15 more pounds for next week.

after that, it's another stressful week of waiting for the 30 seconds on friday when i find out if all the week's work has been worth it.