16/90
Last night I dreamt (the spell check thinks "dreamt" is spelled incorrectly) that my sister (no, I don't really have a sister) was kidnapped right in front of me. I never found her, but I found the two guys (demons?) that kidnapped her. I started fighting them, but not how I normally fight in dreams. I was biting, scratching, tearing and ripping. It was very peculiar, but it set the tone for the day. Somehow I was filled with a violent energy all day. A couple people coming from the opposite direction on the sidewalk found out I have the same momentum as someone who weighs 180 pounds when my backpack is on. I practically knocked some lady over who was talking on her cell while walking alone in the middle of the sidewalk without leaving me room to get by. When I got to work, I had to assume a pleasant character in direct opposition to how I felt. My own voice grated across my shoulder-blades. Doing jack for 6 hours of my time in the office didn't help alleviate my mood. Drank some cytogainer right before leaving work, which made sitting on the bus unbearable. I felt like energy was explosively radiating from me. I kept digging my toes into the ground the way you might dig them into sand at the beach. When I got home, I was disappointed to find that I hadn't quite broken 150 pounds yet, but being up about 10 pounds in 3 weeks ain't bad. I don't know that there's any way to eat much more during the day. I guess I could cram something right before I sleep, but that'd probably just turn to fat.
So other than the innumerable, glaring flaws of a society that insists on learning through an evolutionary (try everything and stick with what works) algorithm annoying the hell out of me all day, things weren't that bad. My workout felt too easy, despite the intensity I put into it. I was pretty beat by the end, but even though my body is tired, I still have that sort of violent energy coursing through me. I guess this is testosterone.
Teki, I'm getting pretty ripped. I actually have muscles in my chest now, and they actually seem like they do things. My shoulders are crazy looking. I really wish I had a before picture, cause even after only 3 weeks, the difference is huge. It'll be interesting to see if changing things up on the next stage really does help the progress keep going. Oh yeah, pushup bar thingies make pushups brutal (which is why I didn't improve on number of pushups for yesterday's workout).
So other than the innumerable, glaring flaws of a society that insists on learning through an evolutionary (try everything and stick with what works) algorithm annoying the hell out of me all day, things weren't that bad. My workout felt too easy, despite the intensity I put into it. I was pretty beat by the end, but even though my body is tired, I still have that sort of violent energy coursing through me. I guess this is testosterone.
Teki, I'm getting pretty ripped. I actually have muscles in my chest now, and they actually seem like they do things. My shoulders are crazy looking. I really wish I had a before picture, cause even after only 3 weeks, the difference is huge. It'll be interesting to see if changing things up on the next stage really does help the progress keep going. Oh yeah, pushup bar thingies make pushups brutal (which is why I didn't improve on number of pushups for yesterday's workout).