Every morning I have 6 pieces of bacon, 4 eggs and 4 scoops of PB, and lately I’ve been eating 6-8 oz lean ground beef around 9am. It’s the greatest way to start the day.
Congrats Anna!
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And 68kg, haha.
That’s a Mike Bartos Power Keg. It’s plate loadable. I used it in this video
An amazing birthday gift from the Mrs
And while we are chatting breakfasts, here’s what ends up happening when you push a prowler for 50 minutes fasted
Keeping in mind that’s my third post training meal…
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Just hit 65kg touch and go on bench!!!
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I bursted out laughing as well. Man that was funny. I like Big Boy but I hadn’t seen that one yet.
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Just looked at the price of one of those, a touch too much.
Titan makes a cheaper one, but I figure neither company ships to you so I didn’t do much name dropping, haha.
Yeah - I saw the titan one as well. It is a shame they do not do international sales. But I have a mate that has a metal fab yard. I might send him a photo and see what he can do.
I managed the gyms 80kg/200lb keg some time back. I got 1 rep and had to fight it all the way from the floor to the over head. It must have taken 20/30 seconds to do the rep. Even the clean was hard. It took me a good 3 attempts to get it to my chest.
I’m a touch stronger now, so I think I have more reps already. But in reality I should be looking at doing that keg 5 times easily.
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I never got bigger or stronger than when I was pursuing a 275lb keg press. It’s just such a great goal to chase.
I’m completely disgruntled right now. I had this big debate with myself this morning about whether to get on the treadmill for an easy conditioning thing, or take the dog for a walk, and if so, where. Ultimately I decided that I want to go shopping today (stores are an hour away), so the right thing to do was to take the dog on a long walk on the country roads around home because she needs the exercise, too. So we’re creeping along - I swear, at like 1 mph because Buttons is terrified that a car or a person or a house will appear - and I’m frustrated, but it’s a heavy, wet fall day, and just being outside feels AWESOME. Then along comes a neighbor in her truck, who asks what I’m up to. I say “this is it! walking slowly down the road!” She says that she’s driving slowly down the road, looking for cows and I respond that I’ll look for them, too, since slow walking is good for spotting cows.
She goes a little further, and turns around. I assume it’s because there’s a little herd of cows across the street from where Buttons is sniffing around (walk stoppage). She stops again and I ask if these are the cows she’s looking for. She says no, she’s looking for running cows, because they’re conditioned to start running when they see a dog. OH. So I tell her that Buttons won’t do anything - bark or approach - so shouldn’t spook them. She responds that it doesn’t matter because all dogs, like the neighbors’ dogs, spook them. Meanwhile, the cows are standing sedately across the road and field (50 yards away, maybe?), paying us no mind. I was really unsure what to do, but we’re friendly, so I said “oh, okay, well…we can go back.” And she didn’t argue, so…WTF? I mean, is this a thing? Cows can’t be walked past by timid elderly dogs?
And also peeving me is that we got home at .8 miles. I had to circle the yard to get the remaining .2 just to make a mile. I was planning a 3-5 mile walk, depending on the dog, though given her speed that was probably overly optimistic (we’ve been taking her on trails, and she’s a champ - I guess the roads intimidate her).
And here’s my fitness related confession: I’m over it. I know I could get on the treadmill now or use the rower, I know I could go back out and walk vigorously alone. But I sort of want to move onto shower and lunch, then shopping.
I’m lazy and annoyed. Maybe I will put earbuds in and go for a solo walk. I can stomp irritably down the road.
Edit: boy, that’s long. Sorry! I’m swept up in vexation!
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Alright - from what I gather.
You are in a public space (a road) and there are cows on the other side of a fence. You neighbour says “My cows do not like dogs”. And kind of socially pressures you to avoid walking past them?
Perhaps she needs to put her cows on a lead to make sure they don’t run off when they see a dog.
Confession:
I have my first rugby game of the season tomorrow. I’ve committed to playing less than 5 games all year as I focus on getting strong. But I have done 0 cardio. As in none. It will be a rough hour or so as my 36 year old body comes to terms with the fact that I am no longer 25 and the last time I did any thing that looked like running I almost died.
You’re going to have to pretend you’re a soccer/football player and rather than dropping dead, drop to the ground clutching your lower leg. That’s what they do when they get tired. I’ve seen it again and again.
Exactly. I’ll have to consult with the husband tonight and see if we’re going to be officially miffed enough over it to keep doing as we please. Although I was thinking that having her on the road was a pretty significant bummer. We do better to get in the car and drive to hiking places, where she can relax and keep a decent pace. I just don’t like doing that alone.
I don’t know how cows work so I’m not going to say no, but I really doubt it.
Plus, they were already going rogue. It’s not like your dog caused a stampede.
In other dog news: Me & the neighbor were hanging out playing with happy dog. Well he ran into the neighbors-neighbors yard, and this woman is a mean and spiteful middle aged bar fly.
She started screaming like somebody was squeezing the bile out of her bloated cirrhotic liver for us to “Get that f*cking dog out of her god-damned yard!”. It sounded and kinda looked like an angry Gollum.
Confession: It took a lot more will power that I thought it should not to laugh and throw the ball back into her yard again.
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If he does this, he will be thoroughly (and justifiably) ridiculed by both teams…
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I know. Was joke.
Sorry, I on the spectrum and occasionally miss jokes.
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No! They were standing there, calm. They never even looked at us. I confess that I’m ratcheting up into social anxiety over the whole thing, it’s so inexplicable. I did see her husband (the actual farmer) as I was heading out, so maybe he called her. When I saw him I was urging Buttons along because I wanted to get to the less traveled road (my road has occasional cars, the road we walk only sporadic ones). So he did see me doing excited “Run run run, Buttons!” stuff. Maybe he thought we’d create a loud spectacle the whole way. I don’t know.
Those are the people who put razors in apples, so I wouldn’t mess with her. On the other hand, I allowed myself to be kicked off Blank Hill Rd, seemingly forever, so take my advice with a grain of salt, lol.
I think she must have put them in her own!
I tried being nice/neighborly like 11 years ago when I moved in, but she did this weird thing where her and the woman that lives way back behind me stood on the property line and had a big loud gossip session about “these new people moving in”.
So I walked out and looked at them, waved HI! Really exaggerated, then never spoke to either of them since.
I don’t like queen bees or what ever it is they imagine themselves to be.
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Now you have to become the leader of a new dog walking group that has walks up and down that road every Saturday morning at 7:30.
Not just regular dogs either. Special purpose dogs that wear vests & stuff! (Those people are special!)
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I lived on a cattle farm for a while and I can confirm cattle and dogs generally hate each other. But I can also confirm that it generally ends up with the cattle chasing a terrified dog - as you might expect given their relative size and that the cattle inevitably outnumber the dog(s).
NB: this does not hold true for Staffies. Those little fuckers will take down and kill heifers and even adult cows.
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That’s interesting. I had a pit/staffie/mix type dog (black tuxedo, big muscles), and she tried running at a bull from the buffalo herd at the local game preserve.
She was geared for forward only. Would not back down from anything, ever.
I had to walk her away before the bull busted down the fence.
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