And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom. in The Napkin.

Someone complimented someone else’s shirt at the gym. It said, “Running Sucks.”

I agree.

I checked and its sold on amazon. Eh. Sure, I had a moment of “I could get this on a wife-beater.” But eh. I rarely wear my logoed wife-beaters for fun. The ones I wear to the gym are of plain color and practically disposable.

What am I at, fifth day in a row lifting? I think I’m due for a rest day after my next two sessions. Lifts still surprising me, energy is good, and my sleep is dialed in. (No sugar/food after six seems to correlate with better sleep.)

I saw someone yesterday squatting backwards in the squat rack. You may be saying “How can you squat backwards?” As always, I kept my mouth shut, but it is seriously dangerous.

This is facing a squat rack. The mirror is in front of you. Among other things, this lets you see your knees. Knees caving inward is bad. As well, you can gauge your depth easier than simply going “by feel”. You can see the safeties below you. You can see the rack in front of you. When you’re done, you walk forward, and safely rack the weight.

This is facing backwards into a squat rack. If you need to rack the weight, you have to walk backwards, blind.

Heh, makes me glad I’m not a personal trainer, because I’d have to find classy ways of telling people “you’re an idiot looking for an injury”. Like, “That is not an optimal way to use this equipment.” Ha ha.

Anyway, food is fuel, and it’s time to be fueled by taco fixings. (Meat, beans, rice: meet my foodhole.)