Nice.

I went very hard today, probably too hard. 8 mins @ 170. I couldn't go anymore. I was getting that burning sensation in the back of my throat. Not as long as I wanted to go but harder than I planned. So progress is made. Good.

I think I'm going to do the diabetes walk in september. I should have done something like this a long time ago. Thanks to Sarah R. for the idea.

I will attempt to keep my current schedule over the weekend. The weekend is what fucks me up. Except Sunday because I have a party to go to on Saturday night after I help Ryon move in. No drinking. It will be tough. Parties are so much more fun when drinking. Hopefully that fiesty little puerto rican will be there, ignoring her boyfriend and keeping me busy.

I had a talk with and old friend last night that mainly involved a lot of yelling and threats. How refreshing...

Champagne

Last night I dreamed something cool but I dont remember it.

Resolution will not come. It must be found.

BTW 8 minutes hard today. Tomorrow 10 @ 160.

So Dork.

Last night I dreamed of alien invasion and horrible curses put upon households by decrepit woman wandering into houses. I also dreamed I beat the shit out of some two-bit prowrestler in an afternoon MMA fight. It diminished the credibility of his match scheduled for after the sun went down.


I'm looking at the edge of what might be one of the hardest periods in my life. Familial obligations overwhelm me. Feelings of abandonement and hopelessness abound. I've lost all sense of accomplishment from wrestling by completing a copletely winless season. I'm out of shape. And so very poor (financially). As far as women go, all I seem to attract are poor, damaged souls in need of a launching pad.

But enough of the self-pity. I'm picking myself back up. I'm standing up. Oh and my friends are doing amazing things.