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Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Tuesday, January 19
The big news is Amy’s drawer has been squared away – an even $200 – the past two nights…I am not making that up…Regular readers of the crap know Amy is usually good for either not making her drop at all or otherwise being a few bucks over…Not this week…Both drawers have been spot on the past couple of nights.
Amy had pizza for me, too, but I declined because I didn’t want to adversely affect the Tuesday workout (TWO) with lousy nutrition…Recall Sunday I ate some peas and the usual veggie combo at the hotel before heading into the gym with good results, and the same was ready to go this morning, so with customary Sparrow grace, I told Amy no.
Some pizza sounded good, tho…I don’t eat at The Shire before heading into the hotel so I was hungry and Amy was offering a slice of an all-meat deal from the restaurant, which is really, really good.
I did accept Tammy’s earlier invitation to try her new vanilla/cinnamon coffee creamer, tho…To quote an old Navy joke trotted out here before, I generally take my coffee like I take my women, strong and black but some creamer sounded good and I enjoyed two cups with it…I think if I had one more cup of creamered coffee left in my life I’d probably choose hazelnut, but this certainly had merit.
About 0130 there’s a phone call from the foreign country the home office farms out their reservations to…As noted, English is the seventh or eighth language in this country and while you try to be mindful of that, their accent makes them sound tedious and pretentious and it’s very annoying to listen to…She wanted to verify a reservation for tonite had been canceled.
OK, hold on. Let me log in.
Her Tagalog-to-English dictionary must have translated that to “please tell me the goddamned confirmation number” because that’s what she started rattling off…I told her, not without some irritation, to wait because we do not have instantaneous log-in here and when I do I ask for the arrival date because that’s easiest and she starts in giving me the confirmation number again.
Well, look, there are a couple of boxes to put a reservation number in and I always guess wrong, so it’s easier to use the arrival date…Tho it’s no fault of her own, she is supremely annoying to listen to, sounding arrogant and patronizing and I am peeved and while we are eventually able to confirm the reservation had been canceled, I say thank you and hang up before she can ask for my name.
Oh, baby, it was one heck of a workout today as ol’ Sparrow continues to up weight, today upping the bicep barbell curl…Now, it should be noted since I’ve changed gym I’ve been doing using barbells instead of the z-bar mainly because – for reasons I’m sure the gym’s designers thought good – the weights aren’t anywhere near the z-bar and it’s a pain in the arse to go get them and put them back.
So I started in on the barbells: 30/50/70 and the 70 quickly became easy, so that was upped to 80 pounds for the final set today and that was moved ten times so maybe that will be upped again soon…The big news, tho, is I got the final set of the bench press up eleven times, this after a couple-three sessions after only moving it six times.
This is good news because bench press weight has been lagging the past couple of years…At my peak, I was moving 220 pounds ten times all the time, including a PB years ago of 14 times and my one rep max (ORM) was 325 which isn’t a world record but does allow you to hold your head up at the bench press convention…For a while now, tho, I’ve been stuck at 180 on the last set, but if I can move it eleven times Thursday morning, it might be time to bump it up to 190 or maybe even 200.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1600 Tuesday until 2000 Tuesday…4.0 hours for the day and 20.5 hours for the week.
I don’t what the deal was…Maybe it was all the sleep I’ve gotten recently or maybe it was the fact I skipped the post-workout soak today…(This illustrates how easy a life I have right now: I skipped the soak because I was too lazy to change in and out of swim trunks.)…Either way, I retired about 1230 or so but BOOM nothing…Usually, when this happens yours truly gets up and reads or does project work, but it was rather pleasant just lying there, so I decided to stick it out until sleep decided to show up.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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