Wed., 9/27. make-up day, because I had a life Tuesday. 221.5#.
DL: 135x12, 225x4, 262.5 x 8, 302.5 x 6, 342.5 x 4. #hookgripmasterrace
There's a knock at the door opening to the sidewalk - the door you're not supposed to use. The cool kids' door. I open it, and there's a city cop with a sweet AR-15, asking if we'd heard anything. Somebody called in multiple gunshots down the block from us. Nobody in the gym heard or saw anything - we're trying to train, here, sir, and there's loud music and clanking plates, y'know? There's at least a dozen patrol cars all over the street, the yellow tape is up, they're diverting traffic, the whole nine yards. All the gym members who happen to be cops are lighting up the front desk phone: "you guys see anything? they found shell casings!"
So now I can say we work out at a dingy, dusty, black-iron boxing gym - on the wroong siiide of toowwwn. Awww, yyyeah.
OHP: 45x..., 100 x 12, 120 x 10, 137.5 x 8.
Creamy chicken poblano soup, ohmyfuckinggod, with cotijo cheese and a big pile of fritos on top.
'Celebrities reading mean tweets' is fun.