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.
20kg swings x 7 x 20 Max vo2 pace, press 115 x 5, 120 x 5 x 4, standing
band rear delts
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Swings first is the way to go.Keeps me lighter on the presses too
What really seems to work is keeping the bar as high on the clavicle as
possible. Had ...

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