I'm still on the level 3 track. Today was 16-13-11-11-20. Not bad. I feel like doing these at the end of the day means doing a little less, but maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, I'm excited by the progress but nervous when I sneak a peek at week 5. That's gonna be a doozy.
That's right dudes, I'm doing 100 pushups and I just finished my first workout. I actually ended up skipping the initial test because I'm lazy and it's already Wednesday of week 1. I think I'm all right though because day 1 was fine. Despite that, I'm cautiously pessimistic about being able to do 100 pushups by July 30th, six weeks from today. Of course if it works, at thee end my pecs will be this awesome:
Last night as I got on the A train at 42nd, a C train was leaving at the same time. For a few stops the two trains rode side by side, but my train was going slightly faster. Watching the faces in the adjacent C train pass by was completely mesmerizing. There was nothing particularly exciting, but it was beautiful all the same.
It's only happened a handful of times in my 5½ years here, but it stops me flat every time.
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This is my roommate's cat Herman. He isn't terribly bright, but he's cute. Oh, and he loves freshly warn socks.
My papa had been fighting pancreatitis for the last month, but after a unsuccessful procedure last week, he decided to go home and go out on his own terms.
Eight years ago he had a severe stroke. Before that he had more energy than most 30 year olds, which made losing most of the control on his right side incredibly difficult. On the bright side, he became a much gentler, more loving person. Our fishing trips stand out as some of his happiest times (the emails would start 8 months before the trip). While he didn't lose his competitive edge, wanting to best us all and catch the biggest fish, he cared most about having fun with us.
We had a chance to see him over the holidays, when he was in the hospital. Each day when we left we would say "Love you papa, see you soon." The last day we saw him, one of his better days, after my sister said her usual goodbye, he became intensely alert, looked us right in the eye and said, "I love you too and don't you forget it."
Don't worry papa, we won't.
