Returned from an epic LA trip yesterday, starting from Thursday. Stayed at an inn near Muscle Beach, the likes of which I drunkenly found Thursday night as we were walking around exploring the empty beach. That was SUCH a cool moment to realize where I was.

Got a workout in the next day. It was crowded and the bench stations were taken up, so I just overhead pressed in the corner by the entrance, which was front and center to everyone watching. Did 185x4 and then some sets of 10 with 135 super-set with NG pullups. I was only afforded 30 minutes.

Also got some bagwork done on the bags they had, to the point where my knuckles were bleeding. Showed my friend Azzy how to throw a jab and a cross, which we've gone over before at my place.

Another moment was turning a corner into a random alleyway on the walk back from drinks one night and an automatic light turning on, lighting up a big painting of Arnold. Looking online, he's posed for a picture in this spot. Just funny to have stumbled across it by accident.

Brought my Foreman grill with me for hotel cooking, but we ate outside so much I didn't end up using it.

Great trip, one of the funnest vacations I've ever taken. The muscle geekery was through the roof.