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I have been on a longish break from my lifting for the past few weeks. I originally wanted to skip just one week, back when Molly had off. Well, I wanted to do a total test when she had off, but we went to the Phillies game and the weather got super nice, so we got out in the woods and stuff.

I slept pretty well last night and was feeling pretty good, so I decided today was the day I would get it done. We finally did not have anything to do in the morning, and it was a fairly nice morning to get out in the garage.

There were other things going on beyond our control too. One thing after another kept us busy. I had even thought about doing it last week before we went to visit my brothers but wound up not doing it. Finally, this morning I woke up and thought, I am just going to do it.

The first thing that I noticed while warming up my squats is that they felt pretty good. Heavy on my shoulders, sure, but they felt like I was moving well. I took my time working up in weight, but in reality, I guess I was moving pretty quickly. The moderately weighted ones felt really great.

The final rep that I made was what, I thought, was 295 pounds, and I failed at what, I thought, was 305 pounds. After the fact, I realized that I actually made 305 pounds. I had added the weights up incorrectly in my head because I used the 45-pound plates, which I don’t normally bother with doing my normal lifting.

That made me thrilled because my main goal that I wanted to accomplish today was to break that mental 300-pound barrier. The best part of all is that the one I made felt great and somewhat easy! Molly said it looked great too and was explosive.

The one I failed would have been 315 pounds, which is my lifetime max. Maybe my lifetime max is 5 pounds more than that. I can’t remember for sure. This was after using the big kettlebell in a WOD yesterday too.

I also did my presses, which felt great but did not go quite as well. I made one easily at 145 pounds. The one at 155 pounds I tried was not a success, but I did put up a good fight. Fighting for it without my form breaking is a pretty big win for me. I believe I actually pushed it a little forward and got slightly out of position. The strict presses also bugged my wrist, a little on the lowering it back to my shoulder part of it. Yes, my stupid cyst is back.

Now that I did that, I feel like I can get back to my regular lifting until I retest around my birthday. For me, the lifting is what brings me a lot of inner peace. It calms my mind and makes me feel good.

Music today was Sanctuary.