Lock outs to 455

Yesterday, I wandered 3 minutes up the street to Target Fitness-- set to do a speed day on the bench...light --fast --etc.

But, after talking to Mike and Ralph and telling them how I lifted 600 in the bench at Tumwater, but had an un-even extension call by the judges and was denied the lift ( proper verdict of course) I got more in the spirit to do a heavier workout...so I grabbed one of the new FAT bars ( harder to grip, very big around) and did pin presses--all the warm up reps were fast in lieu of the speed work scheduled--and then I got to the slightly heavier raw stuff..

Pin presses on bench at chest height start
315X6
365X3
385
395
then I moved the pins higher so they were 2 inches higher--so it was more of a lockout...
and did
405 X6
425X3
455
455
460
and I called it quits....

next workout will be speed against the bands--then a shirt work out in my second best Katana to try to get a 600 partial without reverse bands...

closer to the Worlds I will be going OVER 600 with the best shirts so that 600 will not be HEAVY in Vegas...meanwhile in the land of "old" (I'm 66 in November)

l locked myself out of my apartment during the pouring rain yesterday....

i was in my stocking feet--and i closed my apt door hard--I went to put 2 mags in the recycle box downstairs and slip the rent under the laundry door...(inside building from apt. proper)

i then realize I've locked myself out of my apartment

(I always take my keys--always--but not this time )

BUT I have my wallet-

-in my wallet is a car key.

..and in my CAR

is keys to apt.

(old keys may or may not still work)

.....so I walk OUT in the pouring rain thru deep puddles in my stocking feet down the alley

a block up to PINE street where my car is parked...

get into my car--drive with my bare feet, an eerie feeling--

park in front of my apt. rustle for the hidden keys....

do they work???..

heart pounding...

near stroke in sore head

.....they work--I'm in !! but i'm drenched head to foot...and my socks have just been thru the alley of scuzz drenched and ice cold.....

i take them off and toss em....

Alzheimer's...or just not paying attention??

nope, gods way of telling me to change my socks...

true

who?

wha?

are those my keys?