Flat Chested

Despite my optimism in yesterday's post that I was going to have a dry walk in the wee a.m., I rose at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for the five-mile+ venture and soon became aware that it had been raining ─ it was dripping wet out there from the aftermath.

My wife's bedroom door was pulled tight, so she had come home at some point and gone to bed. Only my youngest stepson still seemed to be up.

I am confident that I got on my way unnoticed, and it was 2:17 a.m. as I made my way down our driveway. Everything was indeed dripping wet, and the air very moist.

It was only at the last instant that I made the snap decision to stop in at the elementary school playground about three blocks away for some exercise ─ I had practically convinced myself that it might be best to stop there on my return. However, I wanted the session out of my way, and knew that I would be stiffened following my walk and perform poorly for it.

I of course took the time to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar to exercise with, and then proceeded to achieve these pull-ups and chin-ups totals: 5-2-2-3-3-2-2.

The first three sets were pull-ups, the two sets of "3s" were chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of gymnastic-style rings.

I had not performed these exercises since the wee a.m. of the previous Thursday, and it was telling.

I shucked my jacket, but I still had a heavy fleece pullover on top of my tee-shirt. Much later after I was home again, I weighed myself still dressed as I was for the exercising, and was a minimum of 188 pounds, with 189 pounds a possibility.

Normally I hold the final pull-up on the rings for a long count, but I was so depleted that I had no heart to endure beyond a 15-count. And then when I walked over to the nearby cement ramp for a set of decline full-range push-ups, I folded at a dozen. I just didn't have it.

I wonder if the can each of malt (8% alcohol) and cider (7% alcohol) that I drank early the previous evening had any responsibility for my limitations of endurance?

My walking was poor. The worn old boots I was wearing had heels that were designed as if they had been ground away at the rear and thus had a slope, as opposed to some boots that actually have the rear of the heels extended somewhat backwards.

I prefer the solid support that comes of the latter style of heel ─ the darned sloping heel is negatively beneficial, for it's as if the heel has already been worn away. The slope results in excessive jarring to my knees. As well, it robs me of the ability to drive forward in stepping. 

When I was approximately a mile from having returned home, I realized that the rain had resumed. Earlier I was only aware of the sounds of rain dripping from trees.

Had I not exercised already, it would have been impossible to have dried off a metal bar to exercise with, so I applauded myself for that rather fateful decision. But exercising at outset also provides a stimulus of a sense of satisfaction or fulfillment, as well as making me feel somewhat vibrant physically and even more confident.

Anyway, it was 4:20 a.m. once I was back home, so the walk had taken three minutes over two hours ─ not at all bad when the playground exercising is taken account of, along with the minute or more required to wipe a metal bar dry.

My idiot youngest stepson still hadn't gone to bed, but must have chosen to just when his older brother rose to ready for his 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel.

I think that I got back to bed just ahead of 6 a.m., and never checked the time again until just past 9 a.m. when I rose for the morning, wrongly believing that my younger brother was watching T.V. downstairs.

I had possession of the T.V. before he emerged from his bedroom around 9:15 a.m. Despite how much he dislikes Christopher James Pritchard's useless and endless rantings about miraculously bringing justice to Canada and the world by gaining control of even a single courtroom, I had by then tuned in a long video published October 18 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Overwhelmed Slaughter Exposed by Israel / Massive Truths Shown & Solution.

Maybe Christopher has some mental issue ─ he truly is incapable of going more than a couple of minutes without droning on again about this courthouse fixation he has that is never going to happen. Whatever the case, I probably fast forwarded as much as a full half hour of the video to be spared this boring blather, along with his talk of various promotions he is involved in.

Still, the man has courage to be speaking out as he does ─ and especially drawing attention to himself by sending documentation of his rebellion to the Minister of Health (of) Canada and whomever is the head of the R.C.M.P. It will be interesting to see if they come back at him.

After we had gotten through the video, I tuned in one I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive. It was 45 minutes (44:50) long, and had been published July 11, 2019, at BitChute's Adaneth channel: Hannibal | The Man, the Myth, the Mystery.

A 2011 BBC History Documentary written and produced by Nigel Peterson, narrated by Alisdair Simpson.

As a near-mythical figure known as one of the greatest commanders of the ancient world, what do we know about the real Hannibal? His name resonates throughout history - a mythical figure, one of the greatest commanders of the ancient world. But what of the man behind the legend? A man who handed Rome the key to the future by allowing them to learn his tactics and use them against him; and who was ultimately betrayed by his own people, spending his final years on the run from the Romans. Profile of the Carthaginian general, featuring contributions from historians and archaeologists on his campaign against Rome.

This was an extremely interesting and even exciting documentary!

I want to mention another video that we watched yesterday which I had also downloaded ─ the 2013 short movie Flat Chested. I had downloaded it because I adore Alicia Witt. She may not be exactly well endowed, but her physique absolutely overpowers me ─ I am so darned vulnerable to the woman.

I don't remember my download source for the nearly 24-minute movie, but it is presently available at this link at Vimeo.

It is already essentially dark at 6:32 p.m. as I type these words. I want to make the four-mile hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt ─ the walk will free me up to sit up late to watch at least a couple of the shows my brother and I have in common. And the toting of a dozen cans of beer in each had ─ or 10 pounds per hand ─ will be a decent overall bit of exercise over the two miles it will take to get it here.

Since I prefer to not have to rush to get to the liquor store, I want to ready now and be on my way by 7 p.m. or soon after.

If I have nothing more to add to this ... aww, heck, I'll just end the post here. Anything might happen that could delay its publication forever.

Concerning my wife, she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and emerged from her bedroom this morning around 9:45 a.m. to hurriedly shower and otherwise ready; and by about 10:10 a.m. left here on her fairly long drive.

She has of late had Wednesdays off work, so I expect that will be the case for tomorrow.