Thursday, April 8, 2010

Day 7: Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself

Nobody came close to being my bitch today, except perhaps me.

DT: 12 Deadlifts, 9 Cleans, 6 jerks times 5 rounds. 115 lbs (155 prescribed)31:45.

Many would describe this workout as a fucked up thing to do to yourself. They are right. I am glad that tomorrow is a day off.

Perhaps a little Blake is in order, just to fire me up:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Bring that shit on (that was me [or I, if you insist], not Blake)!

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