#shes got some really tasty gogurt or something

[eebie]

 Hanging the hell outtt

[tjp5]

Week 6 Day 3-5

               I should probably start writing on the weekends, I think. Honestly, I just like doing it when I technically shouldn’t be. Probably a character flaw, but I can’t find a fuck to give on this Monday morning.

               Friday was a hell of a day, we’ve been stupid busy at work, mainly because management doesn’t really care how much we have to do, and by that I mean the people that we have never met that are making way more money than us. Unfortunately, I am going to do the work anyway, because I like having money. Friday, we had all of our budgets due, a month and a week early, and got informed that another set of budgets were due by the end of this week…. Two months early. Beautiful, I mean purely exciting. What that means for you, is that I will be crushing these blogs out early in the mornings, what it means for me, a lot of Jeezy radio and college baseball highlights to get me through all this work without yelling at someone. I am not sure if it is my Youngstown upbringing or my glorious Italian genes, but I don’t do well with being fed a pile of bullshit, I honestly hope it is neither of those and just a good human trait, because we being at the bottom of the hill is fucked, and the people who work the most shouldn’t get the least of the benefit. My idea of how things should go is probably a little too… mmhm maybe balance for people to accept, but I’m still looking for that fuck to give, I swear its somewhere around here.

               The gym Friday came with a large pile of karma. I am not sure which blog it was last week, but I was talking about how we should just suck it up and get the workouts done, well I fell victim to having to change up the workout Friday. Friday’s are for deadlifts, which I have recently heard aren’t very good for you, but they make me feel some type of way…. I like to call it my “fuck you, pay me” mood. Basically, it’s just a lot of testosterone flow, which is fucking glorious. Friday’s workout included 3x3 pulls. So, I went heavy, because why the fuck not, and on my second set of 305, both hands had calluses rip, sorry for the shitty image, but its just what happened. The right hand isn’t anywhere near as bad as the left, which currently has a very pretty tape job over it to make sure no hospital germs get in there. The rest of the workout was fine, just totally annoying. It sucks when something gets in the way of finishing a ‘station,’ especially when it is one that you like. Maybe it’s time to get straps, because being a glove wearer at the gym, other than on my left hand for the time being, is something I would rather not be.

               Saturday was a good off day, some laundry got done, my cheat meal was wings and fries, love that, and I had a tasty burger, which I just realized I forgot to grab for lunch today, sometimes, my stupidity even surprises me. Something that I noted while I was enjoying my wings, is one of them kind of tasted like gogurt, which isn’t as off putting as I think it should be, I don’t think I will be getting them again, but still surprising.

               Yesterday was busy as all get out, I had baseball, which is my favorite. One of the guys I haven’t seen since last year asked if I had lost some weight, so that was a nice little bonus to getting to smack some balls, I should change that wording, but I can’t find that fuck to give anywhere. Another nice feel good moment was when someone’s dad in another cage stopped to watch me hit baseballs. It’s great when the sound of your bat hitting a ball can make someone turn their head, I kind of felt bad for the kid, but she just started talking to her friends. They didn’t seem to into being there on a Sunday afternoon. Then I stopped at Dick’s (the sporting goods store, not some random gentleman’s club,) bought the wrong kind of straps for dead lifts and went to the gym. Top tier workout on this Sunday. Especially since there were only about fifteen people in the gym. That’s such a great feeling, like I can go pretty much anywhere in the son of a bitch and be able to get on whatever machine I need. I did have a white glove on one hand though, MJ style in that bitch.

 Saturday I saw that I have been doing press wrong for about, I don’t know, the last five weeks, so I changed that up, and its going to skew the numbers at the end of the workout because my max is going to be a few pounds higher than it would have been just because I now know what the fuck I am doing, it’s the little things people. Edit: I burned over 1k calories this workout, much success 

 Random thought of the day, I wish I could eat sushi four times a week and not be threatened with mercury poisoning, because that shit is just good for the soul. Yes, I obviously had sushi this weekend. 

 Cheers