So, I can make Fan-Fucking-tastic crepes, french toast, roti, bannock, bagels or reasonable croissants, excellent omelettes, bennies or frittatas. I confess that a shortcoming I have is I seem to be incapable of crafting proper pancakes!
Today I wanted nothing fancy, just 2 or 3 or 4 pre-deadlift, lumberjack style buttermilk pancakes. (with whatever pig meat & chicken excreta were available.)
We headed over to the local greasy-spoon brunch counter. Sold OUT! NO GAHDDAMNED PANCAKES! WTF?!?! I mean just mix me up 4 or 5 manhole-sized flapjacks, with butter & maybe syrup & I’d be happy.
I sucked it up like a good little princess & held any sarcasm or cynicism in, but I was not dee-lited with my effing waffle. :'{
I royally screwed up this evening’s DL session. during my warm up sets I realized that I DL almost exclusively with my ass, (like a RDL - with some lat involvement)
I wondered if that made me a Power Bottom. I had to re-set for the lift & also thought “Don’t think I’m a power bottom, don’t think about power bottoms”. I then had to walk around a bit, cause I also didn’t want to associate “getting tight” with buttsecks.
I think I’m either still a bit sick, or are still run-down from hockey. I knew about constricted vision during ‘heavy’ lifts. I didn’t know about tunnel hearing. On set 7 or 8 I stood up with the BB & Ice-T slowed down to like 3/4 speed.
Whoever was in the gym before me put a couple of 10s then 45’s on the bar, & I was too lazy to off-load them first. as I was finishing putting all of the weight back onto the tree, one of the guys in our building came in & joked that I “should be using more than 65.” I didn’t say anything, just gestured to the log book. He looked, & I got a “well, Ooo-kay then.”
Time for steak, sweet potato, & stir fry now.
That’s how I roll. (oh yeah, I can also make cinnamon rolls, just not good pancakes)