i'm actually so short that the only squat rack available yesterday (no squat cages in the gym, that i've seen) had side railings so high that i bumped into them while squatting ATG. it was funny, though, but i had to walk out of the rack every set after that first rep.
I was abnormally tall in early adolescence, but only got slow growth after about 15. Everyone expected me to be about 6ft...I'm 5'7 now. I still look in the mirror and wonder who the hell that short chick is.
On the upside...My short limbed body type IS useful for grappling...
mystery left knee pain so I spent about 40 minutes on my Power Clean. it went away (eventually) as I tried to get on with retraining my Squat (video footage somewhere, on my camera, of box squats may appear online if not too hideous)
I accidentally broke wind on the sofa earlier but fairly sure you couldn't smell it the other side of the Atlantic. Well, I'd like to think that...
I spent most of the day cataloguing my training for the last year in a big 'BIG' spreadsheet. I'm hoping the effort will be worth it in picking up where I've gone wrong in some of my training (so I can improve it for the remainder of the year) and not just a lot of navel gazing
I'm back and I managed to avoid killing antifoodie!
I'm reasonably sure she does at least one totally moronic, common senselessly, stupidly idiotic thing every day!
She tried to get herself and her massive suitcase into the same section of the revolving door as I was in (god forbid she should wait for the next compartment) and, of course, she got stuck in the door. She also wouldn't choose a table to sit down at breakfast until I told her where to sit - there were only 3 other people in the resteraunt at the time! To get to airport we had to get the airport train - it's a dedicated express that only goes to the airport and runs every 15 minutes. She got in the queue and I waited with the luggage. Then as she was about to get served, she panicked, stepped out of the line, came over to me and asked me which train she should get tickets for! There was one sitting at the platform waiting to go. What did she think? We were going to ignore that train and sit on the platform for another 15 minutes till the next train?! Stupidity is not something I tolerate well! I was good though. I didn't smack her, or even shout at her, I calm told her to get the next available train, took several deep breaths and counted to ten (in English, French, Latin, Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Huttese, Ewokese, Jaffa and Scouse)!
She also put far too big holes in the plastic bags we had beetles in (the beetles themselves were in individual eppendorf tubes) to smuggle them through customs, so when I tried to get them out of my rucksack to give them too her, all the tubes fell out of the botttom of the bags and I had to go searching through my bag for missing tubed! GGGGGRRRRRRR!