I was up late last night. Dinner party at Annette’s place. She is a fabulous cook. Prime rib, souffle potatoes, carrots, parsnips, red cabbage. Unreal. Cooking is her thing and she’s good at it.
Today….laundry. While that was happening I did a slow and careful strength workout. Weighted pullups, Deadlifts, One arm kettlebell presses. I hurt everywhere but some of that pain goes away once I’ve warmed up.
Read a bit of “Fight Club” in the middle of the night. It’s a strangely hypnotic narrative. A bit too synonymous with my current view that what ever I’m gonna do I’d better do it now because I’m not going to live forever (BJJ for instance is not an old man’s sport).
I’ll go for a run tonight in the dark just to get the yaya’s out. Yeah I know.
