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Training Sat/Mon and
-Thursday 30 mins stepper
-Friday 30 mins stepper
-Saturday 30 mins stepmill
-Training
-Deadlifts raw 2 rounds warmup per weight 245,335,. 365x3,425x2,475x2,515x2,briefs 555x1,605x1,655x1. All hook grip, no probs. Stopped there as I felt some old tweekys from the ass hammy on the left side.
-Ab pull downs 3x8
-rev hypers 4x8

Sunday 30 mins stepmill
Monday am 30 mins stepper
Tuesday 30 mins stepmill
Training Monday

-All raw with some board work. 315x3/3 board, 365x3/2 board,405x2or 3/1 board,455x1 soft pad(basically nothing as the bar sank into my abs like I was doing a cambered bar. 495x1 same pad. Stopped there on that. I was pleased since I had not done 5 bills off the chest in quite some time. It was fast and I could have done another one but left it alone.

-4 board pinkey on ring 495x3, 495x8

-154lb farmers walk rows for 2x20 each arm
-Standing military 135x5,185x5, 225x5. I was very happy about this too as the last few times, even though the left shoulder had grown back, the strength had not come back 100% strength wise. I would guess 85-90% right now from about 50% a couple months back.
-Dumbell bicep curls 40-45x8 per weight, 50-55x8 per weight.

The WeddingAs far as weddings go, I think it went off very well. THere was no bickering between inlaws although some of her father's relatives got snippy towards the end of the evening because they had not met me, that was about it for drama. The day as it was meant to be was for the old lady or wife as I guess I get to call her now. The morning was alittle strange as I prepared for this thing. I got ready at the house by myself as the bride to be was off having breakfast followed by make up and hair. It was rainy outside and cold. I was more worried about getting the tux wet more then the actual wedding. I tried to rationally figure out which was best-going to the church and getting ready which weirded me out or rolling the dice and making a mad dash if it was raining. I went the latter as having to tote extra shit to the church was not appealing and then trying to remember everything at the end would be useless. I remember zoning out while I was dressing much like a meet where you don't feel like yourself and everything is very surreal. The night before at rehearsal me and Fatty Tatty made jokes about how it was just like a meet so I start yelling,"get my wraps on" "pull my suit up" and then the cussing and belittling myself to get me fired up for the lift. I put most of it on except the tie and buttons, vest and cuff links. At this point I wish I would have had more to eat and I did think about it but the only thought was that I did not have to poop in the middle of the ceremony. That might have been alittle too much pressure. I did not get to eat the rest of the day until it was all said and done. So I get there and and the ceremony will be held in teh gym/temp cathedral. Someone had suggest that we put the goals down and shoot hoops after the wedding. I am mostly ready except for the tiny things like the vest and tie thing and the cuff links. It's 11:15 am. We don't take pics until 12pm so we wait(me and the best man) in the small weight gym they have.People are still working out so it is strange to be sitting on a leg extension in a tux with old rich people goofing off and training wrong. I get up several times to pace and kill some time. The soon to be legal wife is getting ready upstairs. I have to go to the bathroom. I debate and say what the hell. Everything in this chruch is nice-really nice. Luckily the bathroom has no curtains facing the outside of the chruch where the people come in. If I stand up there is a chance I will be spotted. All is well and I reassemble the ensemble.Time passes and the wife emerges for the pictures. She looks great and the pics roll off. It is like a meet for sure, this would be the warmup for the squat. Warmups go well and the gear is fittting. It is ceremony time now so we all reset. I was unsure of how many would be there just to see it happen. They call us in and I step in the gymthedral and get overwhelmed at first with alittle heart stopage. There are at least 250 people. I calm myself just before the big squat. My name is called, no retreat from here on out. Second attempt, here she comes. The vows begin and her newphews who are ring bearers are jumping up and down and playing off to the side. They could care less. I don't look over because I know I will start laughin but I here them. Thump,giggle, pow, giggle. We have alittle fun as he reads off the pledges-cheish, death do you part etc. We both nod our heads on all except on the forgive each other for our faults. We both shake our head no. I can feel the crowd smiling. The final attempt is here, the ring. I get mine part off without hitch. She is good until she gets the ring. She goes to put it onand it stops a little past half knuckle. Close enough 2 to 1 decision from the judges. It is done.Off the to reception. This had to be one of best receptions I have been to. The food was mini hot dogs, hamburgers, taco dip, cookies and cake and lots of beer and wine. The guys brought me in some Captain Morgan but it got confiscated by the reception police. I go through 3 hours of meet and greet, first dances, mother in law dances and get one lousy mini hamburger. I ask at the end for some of my wedding cake and guess what. It is all gone!. We are saving the honeymoon for the summer but one of my clients got us a night at a nice hotel in town. We end up eating spicy raw fries adn macho nachos at a college joint called the Salty Nut Cafe. Since I had no cake, I had to get some sweets in so I walk down the convienence store and buy some little debbies-3 pack of doughnits, 1 star crunch, 1 frosted cake, 2 nutty buttys and a swiss roll for the wife. I have a xl shirt on which looks like a medium on me now. The Indian behind the counter rings me up and gives me the black porn bag full of Little Debbies. He then asks me, "RRR deez carbs goud for mussell building." I laugh and realize my shirt is way too tight.

My version of the 40 year old virgin.
Spud