Uffda. I’m so not where I used to be. Recovery time is slower than I remember. Running is difficult after lifting – especially doing flyes. The tension and stiffness in the chest makes it hard to breathe. So alas, I jogged for about 10 minutes last night before flailing my arms up in defeat (they didn’t go very high – it was more of a wrist fling in the end) and called it a night. crashed at 9 and slept til 6am. ahhhhhh
28 October 2005
day 88-27
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my people are very fond of the wrist fling. it can be useful in many situations and it not to be underestimated. somewhat akin to pink leather pants. or pink feather boas.
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