"signifying sureness of the soul"

Dynamic bench:  9x3 +chains
Assistance:  incline dumbs, pulls, reverse curl bench
Mobility

My mom made these  sundresses for the girls.  Made them, with her hands.  Wyatt's first hunting license arrived yesterday.  I had the best tomato of the year today.  Yellow, beginning to bleed red. Fat as a baby.  Dense as a pear and almost as sweet.  What's the mozz and basil for?   Anybody know the Frost poem of title?  One I never tire of.

89

Dynamic squats: Chained, wide-leg, box
Assistance: Deficit kb deads-single, double straight leg, reverse hyper

Conditioning: 12 amrap 1pood kb Russian swing

Cope: 286 (1.5 pood)
HG: 262
CJP: 216  If i didn't get 200 i was gonna quit.  Cope buried us.


It's not the Loyalsock football field, but it's good:

Ropes of Love

Cope asked a relevant question about content.  The answer is: up to you all.  If you train, I want to hear about it, whatever you do.  If you don't train, that's your business.  Feel free to mock those of us who do.  Exercisers are a weird buch.  I fight it off much as I can, but still weird, no question.  This is the Potter Transplant Daily.  I'm at a good point in my recovery and I intend to document it.  That's what I said I would do.  It gives me great pleasure to talk to my folk.  And hear back from them.  That dynamic has been instrumental in said recovery.  I happen to be an exerciser.  I have a big big hole to dig out of.  But the very digging makes me feel alive.  I just can't give that up or ignore it, so it's gonna be part of the blog.  Im also a pretty vigorous reader and a father and goddamn lucky husband and brother and friend and chess player and bow hunter and tomato connoisseur and flathead catfish-er person.  What are my hobbies?  What aint?  I want to know, do, be good at everything.  Like that sci-fi writer said, "specialization is for insects." Our lives are our poems. I don't want to leave any lines unwritten and since this might be a timed exercise, I gotta keep moving.   No one, nothing is censored.  All is fair game.  The rules for our blog are be funny or interesting, or be ridiculed.

I got hoisted by a wave of happiness today.  On an errand, in the car, nothing special, at a red light even: "Man, my hamstrings are sore.  That means you're doing it right.  I love training with Heather.  What a woman.  And those kids.  Wow I have good kids.  How'd we do that w/o practice?  Don't fuck it up.  Don't get angry. Be cool.  Straight and honest like with your friends.  My friends.  Jesus, my friends.  Like the lottery.  Green.  Go.  Where'm I goin' again?"  First wave of happiness in a fair amount of time.  Frost says, "Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length."


Max floor press 145 (use this for percentages in dynamic bench Sat.)
Assistance:  push, pull, reverse grip bench
Conditioning:  battling ropes 1 min on 1 min off  5x

Be kind, no blame, love everything.

86 kinda randy

I took a picture of the boss Hog BEE-ELL-TEE I had for dinner right before I had it for dinner.  The picture made it look gross.  Flash and bacon fat have their own agendas.  But it was a thing of beauty.  My goal was to get a whole tomato on board, which i did for the shot, but after a bite I picked slices off for sandwich sake.  You shoulda had one with us.  Mayo and tomato (Cherokee purple)  running to my elbow, smeared on my jowls.  Accompanied by the summer's best cob corn yet.  When the butter from the corn starts mixin' with the bread and you get mouthfuls of tomato corn and pig.  Anecdotal evidence of  G—D.  We gotta be in 1% of all humans to eat thusly and I think it's because we deserve it.  [here i pause for you to think about really good bacon] Know how long it's been, a meal like that?  Since like yesterday.  I told a dinner story about how when I was a kid my friend Naughton had an aunt named Peachy who owned a sandwich shop.  We'd do about 15 minutes work stacking boxes and moving displays and get paid in BLT cosmos (that's a hot submarine sandwich for you aliens).  It is on those occasions when I learned to love the tomato on a sandwich and when I learned that no one ever ever says, oh, too much bacon.  Wyatt listened thoughtfully and said, "And Scott Naughton's mom, Barb, yeah, she makes the BEST apple cake."  Tru' dat, boo

today we were scheduled for some skill work and conditioning.  Haven't done any olympic lifting yet.  Sounds like a "Randy" day, no?.  75lbs, 75 snatches for time.  We scaled back to 55lb.  Heather crushed me  7 minutes to 10 minutes.  I only sulked for a moment or two.  Here she is tributing me with the universal sign of uxorial devotion and desire.

True love and home-grown tomatoes.  (Guy Clark is who you really want here but the recordings were sketchy at best.  Apologies)

WEST SIDE in this MO-FO

Took a day off yesterday for periodization and being lazy.  Last week was a good warm up week.  Some lifting, some rowing, some X-Fit.  Made me very hungry to train the way I had been almost exactly a year ago (shudder) when I was simultaneously in the best and worst shape of my life.  With the Chupacabra's guidance Heather and I are going pretty much whole-hog (or should I say whole dog?) West Side Barbell conjugate training methods.  If you want the template, email me.  I'm just going to sketch in what I do.  If you want help ask.  Please chime in, whatever you're doing.  Please.

Max effort lower today.  Deadlift 225. (same as, ah-hem, my [very strong] wife)  Had hopes for higher but they weren't realistic for first time in 4mos.
Assistance work: reverse hyper, banded-straight-leg-KB dead, one-legged KB dead
Conditioning: prowler 8x35yd 170lbs.

Louie, 62, deadlifts way more than you.

83, 5, 4, 3, 2

Our twins turned five yesterday.  We prefer to celebrate on the 4th, however, because those first two years were so blindingly gemini that both their mother and I believed them to be born on the day after their actual birth.  Right down to filling out the social security forms. . .when we became aware.  If you have the chance come and get a load of them.  The sun and the moon right here on earth.  Really, the only two people alive that can give Wyatt a run for his money.

Fourth day of exercise.  Still powerfully sore but coming out of it.  Needed something short and challenging.  11min AMRAP:  10 KB thrusters (20lb ea)/ 1 rope climb (20 ft).  How's your mid-line stabilization?

We th' last ones left.

+2 thrusters

The Thunderbird Spirit

Allegorical source of thunder (wings) and lightning (beak).  This is on Little Indian Rock, on the Susquehanna,  in the shadow of the Safe Harbor dam(n).  The rock is covered in petroglyphs (and bird scat).  It's sorta funny when the jokers who swam out and carved "1883" are new to the neighborhood.  I wish I could explain the deep, plangent chord these strike in me, but I can't.  I just stare and marvel and stare some more.  Anyone know how to twist photos?

or what's a heaven for?

2K row  9:18

really wanted 9.

SORE

But, you know what? It's mostly in the hams, so early and mid form yesterday was not so bad.  These are some sore hams, ye-ouch.  Today got under the bench bar.  145, after lots of rep work. Which puts me in the unenviable category of  meathead who benches more (such as it is) than he squats.  5 sets of max pull ups. 4-3-3-2-2. One ring dip. Ugh. ONE. And then:  Hammer curls.  Yep.  I don't care.  Did them in front of everyone, proudly.  Aint gonna die with small arms.  No how.  So stuff it.