four miles in an hour. Not so bad. My knees felt ok for the first 2 miles, then started to get progessivly worse. Nike can bite me, they make a shitty shoe.
I walked by some teenagers hanging outside someone's house. They scurried out of my way and one of the boys waved at me -- in the same way I used to wave at adults to try to not look like I was up to something. It's so strange to see the shift in how I am perceived. Even 5 years ago, I looked a lot younget than I was. Young men looked at me appreciateivly. Not so now. I am someone's mom. Someone who will rat them out. Someone who is terribly, tragically unhip.
Well, I was listening to the Cure, does that make me cooler? Or more lame? It's really hard to say.
170 x 1 x. 11, 175 x 1 185 x 1, 20 kg H2H x 6 x 20 sets band rear delts 3 x
20 standing
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This went great. pretty much every set/rep the same. Key mistake is not
holding the cross bar spot long enough. If I look up too early bar goes
forward
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