got whatever sickness Rex and Karena had. Fortunately they both recovered quickly.
typing this on my laptop from bed.
maybe i’ll miss the meet and my enemies will caper and dance; and Porter will say “cause of overtraining” and people on the internet will say that I’m a fraud and make snide jokes; and Fatman or whoever made the joke about me being like Paul Carter will be right but at least he’s good for it; and some guy will win 181 raw with 285/165/330 (actually don’t care about that bit); and the same old guys will be asking how i did and when i tell them i didn’t lift will nod knowingly and think “way to waste your life for nothing”
or maybe i’ll be slightly better at the meet (least i’ll make weight, ginger ale diet and sweating profusely already, better than ECA) and so have to decide between going and barely getting my openers (cue porter) or staying home and my son still wanting to go to the meet so I show up like a spectating tool “you look fine..” “yeah, I coulda, but…” and see above
well this mope was kinda cathartic. looking back it is mostly worrying what other people think (and the majority either online or tools anyway) which actually, what else do you have in life but what people think of you. jeez whoever said that was an idiot.