“355 Raw Bench, 479.5lb F6 Bench, 578.5lb Dead Lift @ 238lbs”
That’s my old tagline when posting to the Illini Powerlifting forum, the place where the power lifting team that I once belonged to does most of its online business. I bring this up, because I posted today to the board to let people know that I’m going to be in town over the Thanksgiving weekend. I’m hoping to get some of the team together and catch up over pizza and beer while I’m at home.
But as soon as I posted, I saw that signature line and was reminded of what I once could do… and not all that long ago. For one, there’s no way in hell I can lift that much anymore. That’s because I wouldn’t be mentally prepared, and physically I know I’m not there either. It’s also strange/cool to realize that I’ve lost 20lbs in 5 months (it was needed).
So much just changed right out from under me in such a short period of time. It’s sad to realize how hard I worked for what could do (in the gym, in research, etc.), and how quickly it disappeared. My goals are different now, with work and in the gym, and I’m okay with that. I think all the changes that I have made, and that have been made for me, have turned out to be positive ones. But knowing how much effort it took to get to where I was (with respect to work & lifting) only to let it go is eye-opening.
And it makes me wonder where I’ll be 6 months from today. :) Surprises around every corner…
I get distracted easily. Particularly when there’s work to be done.
Being who-I-am, and being on this crazy get-up-at-ass-crack-of-dawn sleep schedule that work/life has put me on, I’ve been up since 3am. Why? Because that’s when my alarm went off. Why? Because for some god-forsaken-reason that’s what time one of the two alarms was set for. Why? Um. I don’t actually know.
Oh, if you’re waiting for this to get interesting, you can go now. It’s not getting any better. Trust me.
So, I’ve been up for 2.5hrs screwing around… am I packed and ready to leave? No.
Oh, and why do I keep asking myself questions? Good question.
So, he’s what I’ve done with the last 2.5hrs:
- Install software on my new phone.
- Setup my GPS on said phone.
- Realize that I love my phone and stroke it lovingly, because that’s what the UI intends for you to do.
- Research the potential bugginess of my new phone, because you should never go into a new relationship blinded by looks (or touch, in this matter)
- Download new music for my trip.
- Charge my various and sundry devices.
- Make this list.
Good thing I can sleep on the plane…
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time… using a simple blog interface… managing it yourself… having flat files… yadda yadda yadda…
But then it broke. And fixing it became harder than I cared to try. And, thus, I went back to what I know and ‘like okay’… which is WordPress.
The technical details are boring… I’ll just say I’m glad to have my blog back up… and maybe I’ll even start posting again on a regular basis.
So, for now, I’ll be playing around with WordPress and seeing if I can make it look pretty… or at least make it do what I want it to do. This is the kind of thing vacations are made for, right?