First post in a while. Partly because this is an “adventures in dating” blog (ish) and about six months ago I found myself buried under my schoolwork to the point that I think by the time I go on a date again poor girl is going to hafta explain to me with diagrams how this all works (that or just get me drunk and put on some smooth jazz, I’m sure I’ll eventually figure it out).
My routine until about two weeks ago was pretty well: get up, study, lift, work , study, (sometimes lift again) and sleep.
Suffice it I tore my schoolwork up this year , (for a working guy I’m stoked with an A minus average), and whilst I was mainly just lifting to burn off stress chemicals, my compound lifts are getting pretty sick also (acknowledging the absurdity of a sport that revolves around the picking up, and putting down of heavy things).
Since then I’ve picked up a little running (which immediately shat on all my major lifts, but I think will be good for me once my body develops a VO2 max suitable for the task) and have a pet project around some rental property to keep my brain from totally turning to mush in the academic off-season.
Had a birthday party at the Corner Store in November, which filled up the back bar with an eclectic (but oddly compatible) group. I hadn’t asked for presents but two people gave me Haruki Murakami to read, and Mantis gave me a book about NZers in WW2 (which is a touching bury-the-hatchet gesture over our annual ANZAC day fight about early 20th century imperialism).
Next night Em’ took me out to Jervois steak house and fed me steak and claret and oysters, which is, let;s face it, all a man can ask for for a birthday weekend…
All in all the hardship is … bearable.