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To start things off on the right foot, this morning, I woke up feeling great. I had a pretty good night’s sleep and finally ate enough for supper last night. I enjoyed my coffee without having the fact that I don’t want to have to take a dump on the back of my mind. Same with being able to eat a banana for breakfast like I usually do.

I was finding myself wanting to hit a WOD a little harder today. I had not done much of that last week with my heavy lifts. Of course, I did do WODs, but I kept both the weights and intensity a bit lower in them while I was lifting heavy. I do not need it all right now. The lifts felt great, and just moving in the workouts felt good too.

Last weekend, the person who normally snakes the sewer was a way, so of course it clogged again. We were not going to pay the weekend fee that I’m sure a plumber would normally charge, so we just dealt with it. That meant Shitting elsewhere, thanks Giant! Eating lighter too and drinking less water goes along with that. It’s opened up now, so I ate good last night and had a good shit this morning.

I found a simple but effective WOD to do. Seems to be the story of the year, right? That hunt for a good workout instead of the weird focus crap they have been doing, which I now see they’re only going to continue with.

The workout included stupid hop-overs that they seem so obsessed with, but it The thing me a little rest. The rest of it was 5 of each: hang power cleans, push presses, and squats. I used the 35-pound dumbbells for this workout and did strict presses rather than push presses. The workout felt great and really kept my heart rate up. When I recorded my score, I glanced at my previous scores, and it turns out that I actually did one more round in the 12 minutes than the last time I did this one. That was pretty surprising to me because I felt like I was moving at a slightly slower but more deliberate pace.

Even though my heart rate was running high, I noticed today that I felt fine and felt that I could keep going. Sure, I was breathing heavily, but it was not bad. It had me thinking about how tough that was when I first signed up for boot camp 13 years ago or so. It is good to keep in mind how far I have come after not really exercising all my life.

It was about this time in 2011 that I was waiting around for test results and stuff like that with my thyroid. Given the fact that I had a lump and the family history of MEN2A, it was obvious that I had cancer. If my mother had been more clear about some things, I would have had it removed much sooner, but she was not, so here we are. I’m fine, though.

Music for today was Party Cannon