So ever since MooSe’s wife got sick and then my nephew hung himself I have had this growing sense of foreboding.  This anxiety that seems to come from nowhere and it has generally sapped my motivation. Last night, the diversion provided by the after-taste of In & Out has added to the anxiety with a feeling of impending doom which is new.

Thanfully, I have a weight training class in about 10 minutes to take my mind off of things and I will walk the bleachers on the way to class to drive my brain to motivate. Or that is the plan. Conversely, she liked the funny blog which makes me do little happy dances and will surely lead me to dance my way to class in a few minutes. Stoned and working out……

On the way to the class Cheek walked up and we walked to class happy and baked. In class I started with the dumbbells and did 10 sets of 10 instead of the normal 6. Ouch. But I can feel the difference in my body and when working out. But the machine reverse press is taking the hit as I have only done 6 reps of 10 and only 3.5 of them were at 110lbs. The others were at a lighter weight. Depression. Self hug. Hey, you have muscles dude. No shit.