11:17 4:44 The only Easter spirit present on the black top today was an EGGxagerated trajectory of performance. The mellifluous hues of pastel playfulness came to a sudden break in harmony when the command to initiate warp drive fell on what seemed like deaf ears. The centurion-like attack by an ostensibly innocuous load and an even more subtle body weight movement produced a deadly synergistic effect that disabled the warp drive and starved the cylinders of blood bathing oxygen. The marriage between these two technical movements exacted a predetermined pace; however, the rate of recovery determined the excess. WIth staunch gestapo-like attention to form I attempted to go from wounded to perfectionist when my hands wrapped around my tools, refusing to compromise form for time and probably resting too much and moving too slow at times, there was nothing but Orwellian determination fueling a scared and judicious touch. The first evolution wasn't as difficult as brutal, barbaric, and coarse as it was pure technical savagery. It was a fine opener for the boorish, inhumane, and final act of such grave impiety. Five minutes of rest is hardly five minutes of funk. TOOT TOOT! The pain train is leaving. Get on or get left behind. The second lesson in savagery inspired the ruthless rancor of gross motor skills, a welcomed reprieve compared to the attention demands of precision execution. Of course every movement can be raised from the dead and elevated to the highest level of technical profundity but these two animals were less forgiving given any executive infarctions. Rest was minimal and only present on a couple sets, 25 and 15. Everything else was done to exact specs. Travel to and fro' the bar was relatively quick, excluding any episodes of existential anxiety and temporal doubt . The precipitating factor instigating the little rest taken was the prospect of absolute failure, i.e. the buckling of the foundation and toppling of the tower. Most troglodytes never reach this stage due to the overwhelming lactic acid-initiated pain and insatiable appetite for self preservation. 225# was nothing more than child's play breaking up the monotony of driving the pain train from here to jellybean junction, running on fumes, hot burning coal, and melting chocolate bunnies along the way. Happy freakin' Easter!
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The only Easter spirit present on the black top today was an EGGxagerated trajectory of performance. The mellifluous hues of pastel playfulness came to a sudden break in harmony when the command to initiate warp drive fell on what seemed like deaf ears. The centurion-like attack by an ostensibly innocuous load and an even more subtle body weight movement produced a deadly synergistic effect that disabled the warp drive and starved the cylinders of blood bathing oxygen. The marriage between these two technical movements exacted a predetermined pace; however, the rate of recovery determined the excess. WIth staunch gestapo-like attention to form I attempted to go from wounded to perfectionist when my hands wrapped around my tools, refusing to compromise form for time and probably resting too much and moving too slow at times, there was nothing but Orwellian determination fueling a scared and judicious touch. The first evolution wasn't as difficult as brutal, barbaric, and coarse as it was pure technical savagery. It was a fine opener for the boorish, inhumane, and final act of such grave impiety.
Five minutes of rest is hardly five minutes of funk. TOOT TOOT! The pain train is leaving. Get on or get left behind.
The second lesson in savagery inspired the ruthless rancor of gross motor skills, a welcomed reprieve compared to the attention demands of precision execution. Of course every movement can be raised from the dead and elevated to the highest level of technical profundity but these two animals were less forgiving given any executive infarctions. Rest was minimal and only present on a couple sets, 25 and 15. Everything else was done to exact specs. Travel to and fro' the bar was relatively quick, excluding any episodes of existential anxiety and temporal doubt . The precipitating factor instigating the little rest taken was the prospect of absolute failure, i.e. the buckling of the foundation and toppling of the tower. Most troglodytes never reach this stage due to the overwhelming lactic acid-initiated pain and insatiable appetite for self preservation. 225# was nothing more than child's play breaking up the monotony of driving the pain train from here to jellybean junction, running on fumes, hot burning coal, and melting chocolate bunnies along the way. Happy freakin' Easter!