It is with shame that I admit to letting my body go to hell over the previous few months. I got off my exercise schedule and honestly, just didn't give a shit about much of anything. However, I recently rediscovered my motivation; a chubby dude with spindly arms isn't a good look. Time to do something about that! I'm still rebuilding my endurance, but have rediscovered my body's complete lack of harmony, when it comes to building muscle. I'm blessed that seemingly one pushup will result in my shoulders gaining definition and bulk. Where I'm not so blessed are my biceps. If I built myself to the point I could curl a Buick, my biceps would still be "meh" and that, like oh so many things, pisses me off. It's quite frustrating to repeatedly pick heavy shit up, then put it down, only to see negligible results.
At least Netflix has added a bunch of new content that will make me forget I'm on a treadmill. As further confirmation I'm fucking old, I got super excited that 'In the Line of Fire' and 'Shooter' recently became available. Yes, I've seen both of them a hundred times, but they still do the trick.
What I find interesting is how my life experiences have provided additional 'little shit I notice' in each movie. 'Shooter' is about a sniper and I've learned a ton about long distance shooting since the last time I watched it. And one of the first scenes of the Eastwood movie takes place at the Old Ebbitt Grill, which had become my favorite breakfast spot in DC. They have a dish called Eggs Chesapeake that's the absolute bomb. It's a riff on eggs benedict, but skips the Canadian bacon for an amazeballs crab cake and the Hollandaise is flavored with Old Bay. I highly recommend stopping by, if you're in DC. I know I won't be stopping by any fucking time soon.
Seems this entry followed my typical structure; begin with something I'm pissed about and finish with a dig on Kansas. My work here is done.
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