“The Inflation Of Gas Station Iced Coffee” :
The cheap iced coffee went from 99¢ + tax to (mathematically it must’ve been) $1.49 + tax.
Funny given the guy behind me in line was talking about inflation to me as the massively long line of iced coffee and slurpee purchasers (solidly 12 people buying such things at lunch hour) inched forward.
“How are you today?”
“Good. Just this iced coffee.”
“That’ll be $1.65.”
I laugh, “when did that go up – I had the dime ready and everything”, as I reopen my wallet for another dollar bill.
“March 20th, 21st? Maybe the 22nd.”
“Ahh, bout a month back then.”
“Yeah, bout a month back.”
“Well dang, everything is 30 to 50% up – just as bad as the grocery store.”
She laughs, “yep, as bad as the grocery store”.
I’ve bought a grand total of two iced coffees in the past six months, once here, once somewhere else plus a customer or a manager giving me one a handful of times in addition over the past year.
A decent number of coffee milks as well, which is where I get my somewhat caffeine hit or maybe it’s the placebo of thinking I have drank caffeine.
Shit is addictive. Shit often makes me an easily out of breath, highly outgoing, frequently needing to shit, while profusely sweating, squirrel.
Caffeine while lifting means for me something like if I PR within five singles I PR within five singles – otherwise I gas.
Four years ago a bang energy drink was a never again experience for me.
Despite my size I am a lightweight when it comes to stimulants.
Never having touched alcohol or smoked (anything – which surprises people) I expect the same of these substances if I ever was to partake in any.
Now it’s lifting time.
Barefoot and shirtless in the sun?
Yes. I shall.
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Well it didn’t end up barefoot…
and we get to the heart of the thing (the post) ;
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“I’m Not An International Level Weightlifter” :
~430pm (post workout(s))
I’m not an international level weightlifter, and realizing this ; I’m entirely okay with doing stuff no international level weightlifter would be doing in this day and age (2023).
Seriously – the bulk of today’s lifting was using split form.
First I snatched singles from 95lbs to 205lbs by every 10lb jump left leg forward, totally pressing out the 205lb single which would never have passed under weightlifting rules.
…there was a half hour gap in time as I spoke on the phone…is this one or two sessions then…
Secondly I split cleaned with the opposite leg/the right leg forward a dozen singles with 165lbs to roughly even out the stimulus.
Attire?
•demolished xxwide basketball shoes that I bought at 16yo and only wore a handful of times that summer never wearing them again til about christmas/new years a few months ago – could’ve been barefoot shrugs
•sun stained/sun bleached sweat pants
•no shirt – in the sun – at least considering I had shoes on ie half a problem
•skullcap pulled over headphones – the needy for music while lifting cossack cap look
•work gloves – to keep my hands clean of whatever grease is on the new bar/new bumper plates and does not seem to just wipe off
That’s competition legal attire I’m sure, channelling Steve Justa (rip) in backyard weightlifting, maybe someday when snatching heavier than bodyweight to “make it official” on the platform lol
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Having done split snatches and split cleans, the split clean requiring me to pull absurdly low (just above knee height? it felt that low – rationally it’s probably higher than mid thigh – definitely can work on splitting fast and low so as to pull low – a new step to learn) vs how high I pull during a power clean, with my quads having crazy high tension/cramping…
I bumped the weight to 205lbs and power cleaned into three sets :
•1c+5p+2pp (5p at 205lbs is a PR tie as I recall)
•1c+2p
•3c+1j + ~50yd oh walk
↑ these all done with no splits as was my usual (I’m teaching myself to split snatch, apparently split clean as well), power cleans, strict presses, a couple push presses, and the jerk a push jerk power jerk (my feet jumped, widening slightly).
journaling
the j is pronounced as a y – yournaling, just as the jogging is pronounced yogging – is swedish ya
lol
Persistence & Tenacity