I'm back. I've been back since Monday, actually. I'm not keen on delving anymore into personal circumstances than I already have, not for reasons of confidentiality (this log has always been, first and foremost, for me, not for others), but because it's a waste of my time. I was not emotional over this ordeal at any point in the slightest, except in regards to the only emotion I consider worthy: rage.
I ate consistently, thanks in no small part to plenty of beef jerky rations, and got a good bit of reading done in the hotel. At first, I regretted not bringing my Gameboy (Castlevania calls), but I all but forgot about it when was up past my intended sleeping time reading Warhammer. Something about Chaos Space Marines decorating the fronts of their tanks with the crucified bodies of enemy soldiers and nailing the flaps of their skins open so that the still-beating vital organs are displayed to the rest of the opposition's troops piques my interest.
Needless to say, I dreamt well that night.
Above: my future self.
Lifting resumes tomorrow. There will be blood.
Here's a group picture of me and my posse, upon returning from L.A. It wasn't a pleasant trip, but I'll be damned if I let that prevent me from getting a signature pose in.
"Hey look, he's back."Nice to know that any crushing of skulls was done in a manner not worthy of legal attention.
ReplyDeleteYou look like two of the other guys in that group combined, size-wise.
ReplyDeleteI was standing in front, to be fair.Just kidding. Only wimps play fair.
ReplyDeleteI've never really noticed, but your head is - kinda - small, Lance. Maybe your body is just too big v.v. Might be time to stop the training? :O
ReplyDeleteNot sure if anyone else thinks this but you look like Vitor Belfort from UFC 43 when he won Marvin Eastman and had curlier hair.
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