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the grassy knoll

okay so after doing a "compound lower body day" with the weight training, i then went over to my aunt and uncle's to mow the lawn...

it's been 20 years since i've mowed a lawn.

barring the fact that i flooded the mower a few times with the gas and it took half an hour to start and 3 neighbours looking at me (one of which was a woman who asked if i needed help or if i wanted to borrow their mower)... i think i kicked some ass with the gigglechick lawn mowing service.

my upper body is now growling at me though... and my lower body (compounded earlier today) is none too pleased with me... just tired... but i can tell that tomorrow the entire temple i call my body is going to be pissed.

the abs are holding off and waiting for the right time to bitch at me... they were grumbling on saturday night, but have since shut up...

the thing about mowing -- my hands still feel as if they are vibrating and holding the thing... much like when you take rollerskates/blades off and still feel as if you are flying around on wheels.

so it was about 89 degrees here today. after the mowing session (hour and a half) it looked as if i had jumped in their pool...

all i ate today was a plum, 8 pieces of sushi and half a pint of pineapple...

that's the good thing about shocking my body with all this movement... it's not all that hungry...

gonna go collapse in front of the teevee now --- i've been neglecting my couch potato duties.

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