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So I'm back up to 188 or so - pounds, that is. BF is...15%, if I'm lucky. The holidays weren't good to me.

Despite that, my aerobic capacity is steadily improving. The runs haven't been giving me as much shit as they used to. I just need to get back on the wagon, so to speak, when it comes to my diet.
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Mile time: 6:56

Pushups: 53 chest-to-ground in 2 minutes

Abdominal crunches: 83 in 2 minutes

Didn't get to pullups today. No big deal - it was a max-effort day anyway. I'll just chill. No boxing club today.
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Cardio went okay - experimented with adding an incline to it at the start and the tail end, and didn't die. Knee's still okay, if a little annoying during my recovery. Took a foam roller to my forearms - they're doing better, but we'll see how they do with freeweights. Monday is legs. Tuesday is chest and biceps. Wednesday is back and triceps. I guess I could take Christmas Eve and Day off - buuuuut I don't want to. My family bitches and moans about the pettiest shit - really, the gym is my vacation from them.

I'm kind of curious to see what my FFMI will be after break. I'm looking real lean.
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Had to cut biceps and chest short yesterday because of something fucky going on with my arms. It felt like bone pain - which is weird, because I've never had it like that before. Fuck if I know how that came about. For now, I'm upping my calcium intake and giving the arms a rest. Sunday's my run day, and Monday is legs - we'll see how I'm feeling come Tuesday.

(As predicted, two scoops of Platinum Pre has fucked my shit up. I hit the gym at 7 and couldn't go to bed until 2 in the morning.)
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I don't know whether this is a phenomenon exclusive to college gyms, but whenever I see two skinny-ass Asian guys make entry together, I can guarantee that they're going to have no plan at all.

Well, first they're going to lounge around and fuck around with their phones and the gym TV for a bit. Then they're going to go through a routine that looks like it was developed by sticking a list of exercises around a Jackson Pollock painting and letting the paint drip onto it. Just tonight I saw two guys go from stationary bike to dumbbell press to Smith bench (lol Smith machines) within the space of like, five minutes.

Like, can I get this off my chest? I am super-accepting when it comes to forms of PT. Walking, ellipticals, even CrossFit - anything is better than nothing. It's the effort that counts here. It just so happens that sometimes that effort could be better spent, because some ways happen to be a whole lot more efficient at getting you in shape (or are safer) than others. Making a plan, recording results, being consistent - that's what'll get you results. If you go in expecting to pick up gains through osmosis through some random-ass routine you've cobbled together, you're Gonna Have A Bad Time.

Can I give a shoutout to the dudes who came up with the canned fruit cocktail, btw? Mmm simple carbohydrates in a can. Great for when you just smoked yourself.
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I know, I know, it's not as solid as the last time around, but the way I see it, the best means of progression would be to bulletproof my 3-mile first, then go for a regular solid 30 minutes, then start adding incline, then start adding speed through sprints. The run the other day was a damn good gut check, but I can't very well do weights afterwards if the run completely smokes me, now can I?

We'll see how it all works out on Monday morning.
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Damn but it felt good to lift heavy shit again.

The weights might not've been as high as I wanted them to be, but for the first time in a long time, I finished it all in under an hour.

It's probably not going to be enough to make me sore tomorrow, but at least I've got the ball rolling on this stuff again.
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I did it.

It took me months, gave me Christ knows how many blisters, took damn near everything I had mentally, but I did it. You're looking at 30 minutes at an 8 min/mile pace followed by a five minute cooldown.

I'm not proud of it - pride leads to complacency, and complacency leads to death. That might sound melodramatic, but I believe it.


There's a Theodore Roosevelt speech I'm fond of at times like these. The Navy likes it so much they print an excerpt from it at the end of Reef Points, the handbook given to incoming midshipmen. It's called "Citizenship in a Republic", and its most famous excerpt is this:

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

Weights are next.
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So I caved - which is to say, I'm working meat back into my diet after trying to go vegetarian to save money. I think my crashing and burning the other night might've been a combination of hypoglycemia and anemia - I'm loading up on iron just to be on the safe side.

We'll see how it works out tomorrow.
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Couldn't even get started on the weights. All I have to show for it is a bloody sock (thanks to a blister that should be healed by now).

It's fucking depressing, is what it is. Now I have to load up on brown rice and pinto beans and hope it'll work out better tomorrow.
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No treadmill picture tonight. Went hypoglycemic and crashed hard 14 minutes in. Couldn't even do 4 more minutes at a steady 8 minute mile.

I'll try 30 minutes at 8 min/mile tomorrow - no sprints. For now, I'll just do weights and try to put what a horrendous fuckup tonight was out of my mind.
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I wanted to go for 30, but it just didn't pan out. I'll try again tomorrow morning.


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