Jog to gym. One hour lower-body strength. I have got to do something about the music in the gym— had to walk down the block and punch out a telephone pole (which must have looked pretty stupid, if anybody saw that display) to discharge my annoyance. Gene handled my tantrum with poise and quite tolerantly.
Later, four laps with the dead in the afternoon spring sunshine. After the midday strength work, I felt like just another fulltime resident.
Biceps still store from Saturday's (unlogged) work there.
Ate a two-pound beefsteak at dinner.
Tuesday's workouts should be interesting,
assuming that I can move at all.
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