20

I'm fucking old. Today I was at the dentist and for age I had to write 20... Gone are the days where people go "oh you're only 19, but you look so old (and big, at least I like to believe that's what people say)." Now I can see everyone thinking, "yea thats about right."

Went to the beach on my birthday. Waves you would not believe. I'm tempted to say these are the biggest waves I've ever been in, but I tend to romanticise my life. Anyway David taught me how to body surf. Before I'd see people body surf like 2 yards tops, so I thought whats so fun about that? You get some salt water up your nose, you almost drown, all for 2 yards of being tossed and turned? Well when David body surfs his head pokes out at the top of the wave so it's pretty freaking awesome. He also goes like 20 yards. Well he taught me and it turns out it's pretty damn awesome.

I shoulder pressed 135 11 times, calculated 1RPM is 185, deadlifted 245 15 times, calculated 1RPM is 367, benched 215 10 times, calculated 1RPM is 287.

287

Let me write that again, 287. That's 13 pounds away from 300. For my bench. Now I know at high reps the calculated 1rpm is slightly less accurate, but you know what I have to say to that? 287 bitches.

Anyway today Dadgar was at the gym. He was a senior when I was a sophomore and he was always there giving me advice when I first started lifting. He's also the fucking man. For those of you who've seen Strong, the defranco movie, he's alot like deon anderson. Fucking capital C Crazy. His energy is contagous and having him there while I lifted today, I felt like the fucking man and I could do no wrong. So I did no wrong. I even ran 3.5 miles home. Cause I'm the fucking man today. Now in retrospect I have to squat tomorrow but I don't regret any of it. Because I am the fucking man.