It happens Rob. Take pride in in the fact that you found a few broken pulleys and missing teeth in your machinery. It's time for repairs! We'll never know the true limitations or capabilities of a machine until we push it to its limits.
Caleb.bw165.rx’d.19:10 I was planning on taking the weekend off after a solid week of training, but I could not resist the lure of the death star’s tractor beam...I assume there will be a sequel!
It is a period of civil war. Rebel athletes, striking from an underground lair have won their first victory against the evil Overlord and the Empire. During the battle, two Rebel programmers managed to perfect plans for construction of the ultimate weapon, a symbolic structure to document human performance potential, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with enough power to identify forgery in the quest for elite fitness. Pursued by the Overlord’s sinister agents, the Rebels lie in wait, calculating the opportune moment to launch a counter offensive, serving as the custodians of intellectual property needed to eradicate the Empire and restore progress to the galaxy…
My Rebel starship landed at CFJAX this afternoon, onboard, blueprints for the DEATH STAR. I was sent from 324 destine to selectively recruit additional foot soldiers for the Rebel Alliance. Our mission: 1) Examine the destructive capabilities of our supreme space station. 2) Find a method to deploy our weapons package. Assembly of the DEATH STAR arranges for a specific order of events; the inherent challenge, 135# barbells in sequence. Packing my Jedi armament, I commenced engagement, battling barbell and bodyweight movements skillfully light saber in hand. The force was strong, trouble moving the weight I had not. Imperial spacecraft attempted to impede my progress, but mastery of Jedi tactics precluded their ability to strike effectively. Overriding mortal mental blocks, repetitions liquefied like melting carbonite. Overhead squats materialized as the Rancor Monster, shoulders wounded from previous conflict, stabilization proved intricate. My training in the swamps of the Dagobah reinstituted confidence in the force. Lose mentally I shall not. Commanding internal authority, I dictate the path to total annihilation of imperial ideology. Join 324 and the Rebel Alliance or commingle amongst mindless troopers storming the fields of fruitless labor.
I guess this will be interesting for tomorrow.
ReplyDeletebou and I did the chip away today.
bou 14:41 rx
ralph. 18:?
rob. dnf. @ 11:21 I was at the beginning of the mu's. I could not even get 1! Man I spent 10 min messing around.
A big fat dnf on that one. Afterwards, I spent 30 min going through mu progressions up till normal mu's again trying diligently to find my weak spot.
It happens Rob. Take pride in in the fact that you found a few broken pulleys and missing teeth in your machinery. It's time for repairs! We'll never know the true limitations or capabilities of a machine until we push it to its limits.
ReplyDeleteCaleb.bw165.rx’d.19:10
ReplyDeleteI was planning on taking the weekend off after a solid week of training, but I could not resist the lure of the death star’s tractor beam...I assume there will be a sequel!
turbo. rx. 16:45
ReplyDeleteA short time a ago, in galaxy close to home…
It is a period of civil war. Rebel athletes, striking from an underground lair have won their first victory against the evil Overlord and the Empire. During the battle, two Rebel programmers managed to perfect plans for construction of the ultimate weapon, a symbolic structure to document human performance potential, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with enough power to identify forgery in the quest for elite fitness. Pursued by the Overlord’s sinister agents, the Rebels lie in wait, calculating the opportune moment to launch a counter offensive, serving as the custodians of intellectual property needed to eradicate the Empire and restore progress to the galaxy…
My Rebel starship landed at CFJAX this afternoon, onboard, blueprints for the DEATH STAR. I was sent from 324 destine to selectively recruit additional foot soldiers for the Rebel Alliance. Our mission: 1) Examine the destructive capabilities of our supreme space station. 2) Find a method to deploy our weapons package. Assembly of the DEATH STAR arranges for a specific order of events; the inherent challenge, 135# barbells in sequence. Packing my Jedi armament, I commenced engagement, battling barbell and bodyweight movements skillfully light saber in hand. The force was strong, trouble moving the weight I had not. Imperial spacecraft attempted to impede my progress, but mastery of Jedi tactics precluded their ability to strike effectively. Overriding mortal mental blocks, repetitions liquefied like melting carbonite. Overhead squats materialized as the Rancor Monster, shoulders wounded from previous conflict, stabilization proved intricate. My training in the swamps of the Dagobah reinstituted confidence in the force. Lose mentally I shall not. Commanding internal authority, I dictate the path to total annihilation of imperial ideology. Join 324 and the Rebel Alliance or commingle amongst mindless troopers storming the fields of fruitless labor.
this thing looks ruthless, murderous, and unforgiving.
ReplyDelete"trouble moving the weight, i had not"
- turbo yoda
CLASSIC!
mod to 115, 19:48
ReplyDeleteOHS are my nemesis!!
the force IS strong with 324...