There goes another week.
Today, though, resulted in a very interesting development. I was at my station, facefisting myself and getting ready to lift when Andrew (old middle school acquaintance) walked in and started chatting with me. We were talking about Westside and I complained about how the Cross Fit bastards have the fenced-off area all to themselves and I can't use the GHR in there. Andrew laughs and leads me over to the lock. When he looks around to make sure nobody is watching I figure he's going to hop the fence or something, but he reaches over and moves the entire door out of the way. It's not even attached to the fence! Good going, assholes. Looks like I have free reign whenever I want. Groovy.
He also told me about this competition in L.A. and invited me to come along. It's in December. That'd rule.
ME upper
Pin press:
135 x 3
225 x 3
275 x 3
315 x 3
335 x 3
355 x 3
375 x 2
> Shit.
I was trying to record all the other stuff I did, but I don't even remember how much I did for most of them. I was in a frenzy.
