If she gets that pissed off about you not replying to texts and plans this many events, she definitely wants you to take her to poundtown but her foreign girl ways prevent her from initiating.
Went to gym hungry tired and kind of dehydrated.
Did
Snatch:
20kg x many
40x3
50x3
60x3
70x2
80x1
85x1
90x0,1
Coach liked how I'm getting better at fighting for the weight from the bottom position, but ideally one does not have to fight at all, so she cut me off here.
Snatch deadlift:
100x5
130x3
140x3
Back started rounding slightly so again I was cut off.
Sure enough Lyudmila was pissy with me all day so sorry, nothing to report except she now has a pair of really dorky navy blue Sketchers sneakers. She is putting together the list of weekend activities though so maybe there will be an update tomorrow.
If she gets that pissed off about you not replying to texts and plans this many events, she definitely wants you to take her to poundtown but her foreign girl ways prevent her from initiating.
Every once in a while, I come by and read a couple of pages of this log. Then I get depressed because SSD still hasn't fucked her yet.
To quote a movie, "Youth is wasted on the wrong people."
Rack jerk:
20kg x many
40x3
60x3
70x3
80x2
90x2
96x0
Jerk dip with pause:
110x3x5
Just couldn't maintain that front rank tonight. Missed the 96 when it fell off my shoulders. 4 weeks out form a meet and I'm just struggling to lift 40% of the world record nbd.
It'll come together - you lift well in meets IIRC.
We shall see.
Today:
Clean pull + clean + CJ 1+1+1
20x a few
40x1x2
60x1
70x1
90x1
90x1
97x1
Meh more workmanlike lifting, short on time and heat exhausted again:
Squat:
20kg x a few
60x10
90x5
110x5
130x3
160x3
170x3
180x3
190x3 it's fine
For those of you wondering why Lil L has been MIA, she got onto the ketard train a few days ago and retreated to her bedroom because "I'm a gigantic bitch right now and I'll stab my own father for a spoonful of Nutella cya in a week" well okay then. No joke, either: she told me just now about how she was escorted out of a Saks an hour ago after freaking out at a sales associate on account of the women's dept being so much more overwhelming than, yet inferior to, the men's, and apparently turned it into some sort of rant about ethics and misogyny in the fashion industry.
"Wait what happened?"
"I was looking at blazers! But they didn't have any. Or it's all polyester crap made in El Salvador or something. But selling for ripoff prices. What the hell!"
"Okay...well there's some good stuff in there....why didn't you have me come help look? And I thought we went over this last month..."
"Ehhh I was with a friend. She wanted to look. I told her it's all so bad. Except maybe Hugo Boss."
"I don't get your fixation with Hugo Boss. Is this some sort of Soviet fetish or something?"
"What are you talking about? I've been to the Hugo Boss factory in Romania. It's good stuff. All wool."
"Oy vey the bar is low for you, huh? Of course it's all wool. That doesn't mean anything."
"Maybe not for men's but for women's yes it is. And they made everything with machines and CAD."
"Oh hunny.... all that means is that they can hire more unskilled workers."
'Yea yea you told me all this last time but I don't believe you. Or for women it's different. Doesn't matter. I was mostly there because I kind of wanted shoes. But they all hurt my feet."
"Well, yea. Louboutin said pleasure and pain are the same, I think..."
"That's ridiculous! The problem is these are all made by men. Where are the women designers! Tell me where are they? This is just men keeping women down as usual"
"Ehhh...yea...iono about that. So no good on that, huh?"
"......I bought one thing."
"Feels okay?"
"Feels terrible. But I like them." She sent me a picture and yea it's a some pointy matte black thing with 5" heels that not even Posh Spice herself could pull off, much less a burly chick from the outskirts of Moscow with dome-shaped feet.
"........yea that's gonna hurt."
"I'm just going to wear them to meetings and then take them off later. They make me feel powerful."
"Do you know the phrase about having cake and eating it too?"
"Are you making fun of me? Am I Marie Antoinette now?"
"Huh? No it just means- OH you're thinking about letting them eat cake. That's different."
"Ehh whatever. This is always so frustrating. That's why I look like crap all the time. It's much easier for you."
"Well, the men's side isn't so much better..."
"Yea it is! At the store all your things are organized and stacked and wrapped. Suits and shirts and pants and belts and shoes. The women's side is like a Third World flea market but $1200 for a dress made by a guy who, who doesn't even like women!?"
".....Okay then....well, our stuff isn't always great either. I actually waste a lot of time looking these things up."
"Still! You have way more choices. Like, you have Brooks [meaning Brooks Bros]. And the men's store at Nordstrom is much better than the garbage they sell to women. And there are Mens Wearhouses everywhere!"
"Yea...uh, point of order, Men's Wearhouse isn't that good..."
"Okay FINE you have one bad place. We have only bad places. It's just either cheap bad places or expensive bad places full of thing made in the same stupid factory because they know women will pay for it to compete with each other."
"Yea...well, that's how it always has been and will be, so..."
"Yea! Because of guys!"
"Well, there are a lot of women fashion designers."
"No I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about just guys in general. Women waste all this time and money fighting over guys."
"Pretty sure women don't exactly fight over me..."
"Well not you specifically. Guys in general."
"Ouch..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Yea, see? You can just say never mind because it's so easy for you. I have to just look like garbage every day."
"You're okay...."
"Ehhhhh it's true though you have to agree. The whole system is rigged and women are too stupid to say no to it."
"Sure...so-"
"Hey this reminds me: I need to get my dad some new shoes. Where do you go for yours? Johnston & Murphy?"
"WELL I NEVER."
"What?"
"I have some self-respect you know."
"On Friday you made a screwdriver out of Kirkland Signature vodka and orange flavored Metamucil because you ran out of juice."
"Still. Paul Grangaard says I'm an 'Allen Edmonds man.' It's a special club."
"What's wrong with Johnston & Murphy. Are you making fun of me again? If so you suck at it. I don't know why I talk to you."
Anyway I....actually agree with her on most points but I get the feeling she slipped up on the delivery when she was at Saks. Or maybe the sales associate doesn't care for the opinions of some big-shouldered loudmouth who is clearly not going to buy anything. Or both. The Johnston & Murphy bit was probably the most ridiculous part of the whole thing. What's next? Florsheim? Ecco? Cole Haan? Bostonian? Stacy Adams??? Jesus Fuck who does she think I am?
Last edited by stuffedsuperdud; 06-19-2017 at 08:08 PM.
Heh. Right? I was talking to Szymon today and he went, "Yea didn't you know? It's not a full day for Lyudmila unless she has at least one unnecessary confrontation with a stranger over nothing." Recall he's known her for over a year now, and apparently for a few months last year was her only buddy in DC, on account of their shared office.
"What do you mean?"
"It's why I sort of stopped hanging out with her. Got tired of standing there while she fought with drivers, cashiers, security, waiters, the whole thing."
"Oh....heh... Hey speaking of which have you seen her?"
"No I thought you'd know."
"Nope."
"Oh....probably dead from a brawl somewhere."
More mindless 45-minute training:
Snatch:
20kg x many
40x3
50x3
60x3
70x2
80x2x2
85x2x2
All reps easy, the last rep was the easiest. Coach says it's the only one where I managed a full power position => full extension. Eh...