PJ told me today (as part of a normal conversation, not OMG bro, you gotta hear this), that for the past few months, Porter has been randomly asking him, “Don’t you think [Ruin] is overtraining?”
At first I was kind of mad and wanted to “quit” the “team” but then I realized that I talk shit about Porter all the time, both online and at the gym. So will just drive on.
Told my wife, and she said “You all act like a bunch of 16 year old girls”
Took the kids outside to play ball. Throwing a nerf basketball back and forth with my son while my daughter toddles around aimlessly. Rex throws the ball into this, idk how to describe it, we call it a pit, it’s sort of like a ravine that is 10 feet lower than everything else. It has steep sides but not unclimbable and there’s a lot of bushes and crap on the side. So, keeping an eye on Quincy, I lower Rex into the pit so he can get the ball (This happens all the time: I either help pull him out or make him walk the long way up the less steep side depending on if he did it on purpose)
Quincy ambles over – not real close to the edge – and like I said, I’m watching her intently. She suddenly trips by this log. Not on the log, which would make sense, but exactly 1’7″ or however tall she is away from the log, so that her face hits it. Gets a scrape by her eye and starts crying.
I pick her up and she cries for a few more seconds, then stops. She didn’t seem very bothered by it but now she has a pretty good black eye and my wife has been calling me “Worst Father Ever” for the whole day. Baby has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow (unrelated, just a checkup) so that should be good.
Weight: 191.8 (+1) bullshit since i ate real clean yesterday after the candy frenzy. scale must be broken
MRS: 45×5, 135×4, 225×3, 275×2, 315, 345, 365
LBS: 225×2, 315, 365, 405, 430, 440, 450, 460; 355,360,365,370,375,380×2
things getting a little better, finally
Floor Press: 45×10, 95×6, 145×4, 195×3, 245×3, 295×2, 325, 340; 305x3x3
Sumo+monster band: 11 sets up to 400 from the floor.