I only ran 1.61 miles. The hard three of the match race plus the .83 that I shuffled home left my legs wobbly tired. Then at the gym I did squats. So Thursday I was tipping around like an old man. Oh, I forgot, I am an old man. Well, I was tipping around like an old man whose legs were tired and sore.
At Plate City, I did bench presses. The shoulder is about 1.5% better. Sigh. At least we are headed in the right direction. We are just headed there slowly. I pressed
15 X 45
10 X 67
15 X 100
12 X 110
10 X 120
6 X 130
4 X 135
Notice that I keep easing the weight up. I will, by the grace of God, get back to where I was, physically and spiritually. Thank you, Jesus, for that hope.
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