If even a day goes by I have difficulty remembering my workouts. And I’ve been mastering “Not a Day Goes By” by Sondheim.
Uhm, so yesterday I know that this was part of my workout.
11 RFT in unbroken sets
Kipping + kipping C2B + strict + strict C2B + strict L-sit C2B pullups
Sprint to end of driveway and back
I do remember today’s workout. Because I just finished it.
10-9-8…3-2-1-1-1-1-1-1 presses, beginning at 65# and increasing 5# a round
3 strict HSPUs until last 5 rounds and then 1 strict HSPU
Last single was 135#, for those of you doing the math at home, which is a little greater than 90% of 1RM. Presses felt strong today. And that was 60 presses and 35 HSPUs.
That, gentlemen and ladies, was an aerobic workout.
Yesterday I listened to music by Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, and Linda Ronstadt. And it was a good day.
I read an interesting AP article about “collective” dreaming,” and it appears that many people are having dreams, often anxiety-ridden, about Covid-19. I know I certainly have had many. There have been quite a few times where I’ve dreamt that I couldn’t catch my breath. Uhm, and then I awaken to discover Meg sleeping on my chest.
Why is it that some of dreams are much more memorable and vivid than reality? I can still vividly remember many of my dreams, even some that I had as a child. One of the most memorable took place whilst I was living in Morgantown, WV and attending college. Here it is…
I am standing over a pedestal bathroom sink looking at my reflection in the mirror as I shave. My reflection begins to dissolve and I begin to realize consider that I might be a vampire. And I don’t want to be a vampire. I try wiping the fog off of the mirror, frantically looking for my reflection but to no avail.
I’m still not convinced that I’m a vampire, so I break open my disposable razor, remove a razor blade and hold it in my right hand with my left wrist turned toward my me and my wrist exposed. I think “cut up, not across.” And I do just that, making three long cuts from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. The open wounds immediately heal in front of my eyes.
I then accept the fact that I’ve somehow become a vampire. I look into the mirror, hoping one last time to see my reflection, and say aloud, “I don’t want to be immortal. I don’t want to live forever.”