Steve, you are so full of sh@!. In a week you are going to be close gripping my comp grip.
Yesterday, did 30 minutes of cardio in the a.m. on the elliptical.
Then I kissed the wife and kid goodbye, went and picked up a training partner, and drove to Illinois, so he could compete in the APF state championships there.
We made it to beautiful Bolingbrook in six hours, fifteen minutes. Not bad at all. Found their highschool, he weighed in, and then it was off for Italian beefs and dogs. Do you sesne a recurring theme here?
Then it was to the hotel. The most I can say about the hotel is they had, er, the most, er, overqualified woman working the front desk. I think I went out and bought 5 $2.50 small bottles of water to reconfirm. One at a time. My roomate for the night hit the hottub to loosen up, I read a crappy grocery store fiction novel.
Alarms went of at 6 a.m. and we complained to each other about the other’s snoring. Got dressed, hit up Starbuck’s, then McDonald’s. Two things dependable in any American suburb.
Meet was well run, in this gargantuan highschool. Partner hit opener in the upper 800s for squat, missed 920something to beat his own M2 world record.
Somewhere in there Ed Coan showed up in the warm up area, as well as Jose Garcia, the Lillibridge clan, and some other big names in PL.
Unfortunately my partner couldn’t get a bench in. His opener was with a weight he had hit many times, first one no lock out, second butt of the bench, third his foot slipped out. Shit happens and somehow I feel depressingly responsible.
Drove back and my wife handed me a glass of whiskey and the three year old. I was pretty fuggen happy.