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Hit a bit of chest and tri before jumping into the pool last night. A guy who works with my wife kept coming by while I was laying on the bench "contemplating" how well I was going to do my next set, and gave me a rashing of shit. Might have stemmed from my previous comment to the effect "that weight ain't going to lift itself"
Speaking of weight, 191 last night. Creeping down a bit again, but still can't clear that plateau of 180-something.
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