"Live with no regrets and you'll never look backwards again."
Last night when I turned up to wash and play, two Japanese families were eating at the No Free Sitting cafe. They sat and listened and alternated between conversation and absorbtion. People working in nearby shops came outside to listen, returning only to serve customers, then coming back to join me. Two people stopped to ask for guitar lessons. As the families left, they waved, thanked me and clapped. I smiled and bowed in appreciation.
Ok! Party week is over, time to seriously get back into it again.
Intake: reduced & healthy only, no caffeine or excess sugar
Exercise: daily, extended ride + short weights
Sleep: by 10:30
Lets do this.
Played the peavey classic 30 today at the guitar shop in paddington. Verdict:
WANT WANT WANT WANT WANT
And the tweed case just sells it
I was watching this cockroach fly around and strut like it was so damn great cause it could fly. No sooner had I pondered how wrong it was that they could become airborne than a skink jumped out of the garden, ran over to the cockroach and started beating the shit out of it. It broke it's wings then shook it a whole bunch, before proceeding to throw the thing back in the garden where it could continue beating the shit out of it unseen. That was two minutes ago and it's STILL going in there.
That'll teach it to think it can fly.
I've had a lot of cause to think about rest lately. Since giving up caffeine for the sixth time, it's become way more plentiful and as a result, exercise has been more forthcoming. I've been able to push way further past my limits, which leads to another almost counter-intuitive result - I'm having to exercise less often in order to get better results. It's difficult for me to accept because much like Rock Lee I've managed to work the 'only your hardest is acceptable, all the time' mentality into my routine. But also much like him I'm learning to accept that sheer brute force of training won't fix the problem in this instance. My body needs time to recover from the trauma I inflict on it daily. So what to do? Research tonight seemed to think that muscles need 5 - 7 days to recover from the kind of punishment I'm enflicting upon them. That means that in order to keep up my pattern of 'pretty much constant' (read: 6 of 7 days) I'm going to need to find another 3 methods of fiercely exercising and another 3 areas to work on.
But what? And to a lesser extent how? I suspect the answer rhymes with Jim but I really don't want it to. Butts. LOL.
in the dark night we stand or we fall
we are heroes or nothing at all
burn the fleet
Things to do on the weekend:
- paint bed matte black
- buy new linen
- get Brett to mow lawn
- race dragon boats
- party down / play GHWT
I have this friend nicci that I could not have conceived of if I hadn't met her. And one of her stories tonight highlighted it perfectly. I won't tell the whole thing, just the last line.
"..and that's how we got banned from the pony club."
Classic nicci.
It's too damn hot for a penguin to be just walking around. Testing posting from appstore lj client. Going to perrens for iceblocks with emma & co soon. Cyclones :) had a wonderful party last night at jimmys and feeling worse for it today. Still, it's going to be a good year.