Randy Killer

If Randy were here, he would be homesick, heartbroken, and hopeless after watching the workouts I did Wednesday. First, Trevor and I went to Wade Road to run. There we 

walked - .3,
shuffled - 2.68 (my longest since November of 2016),
and walked - 1.16
total: 4.15

Then we went to Plate City where, among other things, I benched

10 X 95
8 X 120
4 X 147
1 X 165
1 X 170
3 X 152
3 X 152
3 X 152
5 X 147
8 X 137

I'm good like that.

On the cords, I did 142 repetitions. I also punched the BAS system furiously pretending it was a hapless Randy Beets. He took a terrible beating, but it serves him right.

Later, Forrest wanted to borrow my truck, so we swapped, and then I went to the pool in his car. Once there, I couldn't open the driver's side door but eventually had to go out the passenger's side. That means Randy would have been trapped and could only have gotten out by the Jaws of Life. Poor guy. I swam 2 X 600 and called it a night since it was already a major Beetsdown.

Poor Randy. Praise Jesus.