May 2nd, Monday - Summertime-style workout, rant about moments in life

 02.05.2022

Nice day. Slept a little bit. Didn't sleep during the day. Worked. Very nice breakfast. Large. Probably over 2000 calories. Not that calories matter that much - they're just a rough estimate.

Had guarana. Decided to measure it. First I used the same proportions I use for coffee - 35 grams of powder, 315 or so grams of water. It didn't dissolve. I mixed it and it turned into a puree. Not a very nice taste. But not bad. It can be "acquired taste", if you will. However, I don't think my stomach liked it that much. Caffeine? I think I feel something, yes, but way less than coffee. I feel "less" compared to coffee.

Now I'm having coffee. Good ol' arabica, 38 grams of once-ground beans to roughly 356 grams of water. Taste? Really sweet, after the guarana. A small hint of acidity. But good. I instantly feel something. Something spreading through my brain. Probably mostly my imagination.

You know, I've been thinking of going to a psychologist. A have a few questions I'd like to talk about. But who should I go to? A man, or a woman? A secular, or a religious person? (Well, I can't really go a person that would identify themselves as 'secular', that's for sure). And what issues would I like to deal with first? The one kind, or the other kind? You can guess. And I don't think I'll be able to reveal too much to them. I guess I'll have to be my own thinker.

After some time - the coffee feels very weak, taste-wise. Strange.

After some mroe time - feeling somewhat distracted. Maybe it's not so bad. I really wanna have a "summertime" style workout. That means I'll be going after some pump. Not chasing it, but rather just taking a look around the weight that I can do for 10-15 reps with RPE 6-7. And then making a mark of how strong I am with that weight. Actually, RPE6-7 might be really heavy when I think about it. Well, we'll se what we end up doing today.

Workout

Some shoulder presses - light

One arm press

16 kg kettlebell - 2 sets of 10 each arm

32 kg kettlebell - 2 sets of 10 each arm

Pretty easy. But I decided to stop on that. I think I can do some heavy-light bench. The lighter of heavier weights. For me it'd have to be 120.

Bench press

20

60 for 10

80 for 10

100 for 10 - RPE 6, perhaps? Smooth. No sticking points.

120 for 10 - surprisingly easy! Feels great. On my way to 120 for 20, perhaps? I feels like I could be very close to it on a fresh day.

Squats

2 sets of 10 - bodyweight

60 for 10 - high bar, plates under heels

80 for 10

90 for 10 I should have been a little more precarious, the first few reps were all over the place. But okay in the end.

Put away the plates.

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Now I'm wokring on a curious little project - restringing an old harp (gusli) with the strings for a 12 string guitar! First, I put on the wrong one - cause they were ordered for a guitar, having two similar strings close to each other, one octave above. I wrung out the ball ends on almost all wound strings, now I put on the first plaing strings. I learned to turn the tuners - you really have to press on them, not just turn (with a small key). Also you wanna loosen em. Already sounds pretty nice. Have a few more to go. My tea got cold as I was doing it. Fascinating stuff. I wanna get back to it.

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Put on a few more. Nice finger workout, ha ha. Hard to turn.

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Tuned it up! To C Minor on bottom strings and C major on top (from C to G). Played a little bit. Immediately reminded me of Mount and Blade. I could record a few tracks and they'd immediately sound medieval. Perhaps I will! Could also add classical guitar to it. And even more stuff. It's great that my P Bass has an extra neck pickup. Without it my sound would have been worse.

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You know, I should have been "honorably discharged" after my fucking knee operation. How come I was retarded as fuck and my mother helped me with that? I know a certain parasite was quite interested in my staying in the army and agreed and nodded when I spouted bullshit nonsense to the doctor about staying the whole year. How could I have been so fucking retarded? How come my mother didn't stop my fucking retardation? I guess she just didn't have experience. She was enough to tell me not to quit education - and now I agree, it was satifying and liberating to get this education (which I did, just fyi, but 6 years kater than I should have). How come she had no fucking wisdom when it came to me wasting my time doing fuck knows what for over half a year? I should have been discharged right after the forsaken operation. Operation was a good thing, of course. My knee is great now, as opposed to back then. Almost three years of having a shitty knee. So fucking brainless. Going to the army = good idea, staying in the army while unfit for service under "special conditions" = stupid (working as a orderly/being a nervous patient in the hospital). And I got more and more nervous in the hospitals. Got a fucking stomach problem. Thankfully, it healed quickly when I simply started taking regular omeprazole. Then I didn't have to take it anymore!

And a certain parasite just needs to be fucking squished. His life is fucking pathetic. He best never give a reason to pay attention to him. To lay my fucking eyes on him. He sucked too much fucking blood. He should have gone to prison for molesting my sisters. My fucking mother argued for me to not call the police. I should have crushed his fucking head when I caught him. But I got satisfied with the ruckus coming to the end. I was quite pathetic myself back then. Now my central nervous system is a bit more unwound. God have mercy! Please save our family from this filth!

Not really random picture of the day - happened to have caught my attention

Another random picture of the day (the first one, actually)