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Once I started watching T.V. early last evening, I initially met with delay attempting to find a source for the Christmas movie I wanted to watch via our Android TV Box, so I finally concluded too much time had been wasted. At that point it was already well past 7:30 p.m., so any Christmas movie would of course run until past 9 p.m. and I would be running the risk of having my younger brother show up from his daily socializing.
Besides, I wanted to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to start readying for one of my five-mile+ walks, and I wanted some free time here at my computer before getting to bed well before 9:30 p.m.
So I settled on watching an episode of Batwoman (season two's episode 12 "Initiate Self-Destruct"). I must say, the scene where Batwoman abandons Alice who is seemingly about to be killed by a masked woman ─ and this immediately after Alice had saved Batwoman from being killed by the same masked woman ─ was most annoying.
Sure, Alice is a merciless murderer and deserves to die, but Batwoman ─ actually, ALL of the D.C. T.V. heroes and heroines ─ keep proclaiming this ludicrous notion of never killing any of the villains, no matter how incorrigible and murderous they are; so leaving Alice to face death at the hands of this new apparently deadly killer was far beyond my ability to stomach.
Anyway, I did eventually get to bed ahead of 9:30 p.m., and had only consumed one can of strong (8% alcohol) malt ─ I had brought two to enjoy with the Christmas movie.
No one else was home at my retirement.
At my cellphone's 1:30 a.m. chiming, I rose, and quickly perceived that one of my stepsons was shut up in the bathroom. Most fortunately, my urge to urinate was not dire.
The culprit turned out to be my eldest stepson ─ I deduced this because after I heard him go downstairs and I soon visited the bathroom, I saw that the dining area light was on downstairs. My eldest stepson will sit at the dining table for a couple or so hours late at night watching videos on a laptop ─ his younger brother never does, preferring his two-monitor desktop computer in the boys' den area.
I had no idea if the younger lad was still up or even home, and perhaps about to take possession of the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to weigh myself fully clothed: c. 185 pounds without a jacket; and as much as 188 pounds with it on.
An online check had revealed the claim that the temperature outside was supposedly 14.8° Celsius (58.64° F.).
I failed to sneak away quite as early as I would have liked, but it was still only 2:03 a.m. once I was on my way. There was no moon, but there was an extensive wispy cloud cover that allowed starshine for the most part.
When early into my walk I arrived at the elementary school playground where I would be performing six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I felt myself to be unusually capable.
And lo! This was born out.
I had removed my jacket, and the equipment had no condensation to mandate the wearing of gloves. I first secured a comfortable five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in the middle two sets.
But when I began the final two sets between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, I was moved to attempt and succeeded in doing three instead of the usual two pull-ups in the first set, so I gave a shot at repeating this feat in the final set ... but I just had nothing more left.
I slightly started to elevate, and then dropped in defeat.
Usually I hold the final pull-up for a 15-count, but since I barely even began a final pull-up, there was no sustained hold at peak elevation.
I normally take a 30-count between sets. I needed to perform a pull-up with the 15-count hold, so I took a 15-count break after that last set, and then did one extra set with just the single pull-up that would allow me the 15-count hold.
And then I finished with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
I cannot imagine succeeding in making this performance of last night into my new normal for repetitions ─ it is too daunting a prospect. As I said, I felt unusually capable last night. Otherwise I would only have tried for what has of late been my normal for repetitions ─ i.e., 5 - 3 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2.
To hence continue adding one further repetition in that fifth set to make it a "3" instead of a "2" is not realistic. Heck, I would love to end those final two sets with three repetitions each! But even just doing the penultimate set with three pull-ups is not going to be ─ as I said ─ realistic.
I do believe that it was a one-off feat.
I recall nothing further about the walk to be notable enough to write about, except that for the fourth time now, I wore my recently-acquired no-name AliExpress hikers that are not properly designed for walking in.
Still, I was back home by no later than 4:10 a.m., I believe. Maybe even 4:09 a.m. But I just do not recall for certain. I have been as many as 10 minutes over an hour due to wearing these poor boots, so that was a decent showing.
I think that it was likely 6 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. Note that a weigh-in attired in just my undershorts displayed 178 or 179 pounds, depending on the three analog readings I got.
I was likely up again shortly ahead of 8:30 a.m., by which time my brother was downstairs watching T.V. After I joined him and he invited me to activate our Android TV Box shortly after 9 a.m., I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's two videos from yesterday, both of which were fairly short and unimpressive to my brother and I:
- We ARE the MAJORITY. (10:51)
As my brother said, they were just opportunities for Odessa to rant.
Also from yesterday was a short (16:11) addition to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Interview with Stolen Water Director and our Global Connection pt. 1.
Stolen Water is an important documentary about gov't imposed watering restrictions on farmers that will affect all of us. Part 1
LINK TO STOLEN WATER:
https://youtu.be/9J5LuFijhBc?si=7LwAzWK06qs6V0kX
My brother and I watched that documentary within the past few days, so this was quite a coincidence.
The very next video we were to watch exceeded half an hour (37:53), and was also added to Rumble yesterday ─ this time its Constitutional Conventions channel: WARNING GRAPHIC VIDEO. For the survival of the human race.
Anyone who can watch all of that one and still go off and accept a shot is hopeless and deserves what ill may result.
The last video I will mention was another short (6:17), and this time was added two days ago to BitChute's Wil Paranormal channel: WORLD WARNING FOR SCHOOL CHILDREN THIS FALL - WALMART FAKE MEAT IS HERE.
Better to keep school kids home this year if you value their safety.
Don't eat the meat.
CDC claims new Variant goes after those who have already had the shot.
Its content was rather eclectic, and I have no idea what the first short segment signified.
There was insufficient sunshine to tempt me out to the backyard this afternoon, despite a decent nap. My brother left for the day before I had sought that nap.
I want to try and squeeze in that missed Christmas movie I failed to access yesterday, so I am going to bail here well before 7:30 p.m.
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