Thursday, October 16, 2025

Birthday Lifting

My lifting and running schedule looks like this:  Run, Clean and Jerk, Run, Squats, Run, Clean and Jerk, Run, Deadlift...Essentially, it is an alternation between lifting and running, with the lifting alternating between Clean and Jerk and either Squats or Deadlifts.  It seems complicated but isn't--also, it helps that I keep records of every workout, so if I forget, it's easy to get back on track.

Clean and Jerk can be the most satisfying of the weight-liftings but it can also be the most frustrating.  This is because it is very dependent on timing and coordination, while the others are fairly purely based on strength.

I was looking forward to this one because I missed a few (all) scheduled workouts last week because my wife and I were vacationing in the Rhine River Valley, the Black Forest and Alsace.  The first scheduled lift was deadlifting and I was still just as strong as before the trip, but one doesn't want to overinterpret--It could just be I was well-rested. A small problem with today:  I cut the tip of my middle finger on my left hand and the first--easiest and lightest lift--opened up the cut with no small amount of blood.  I didn't want to give up just yet, so I found a bandage and figured I would give one more try. The tiny dot bandage provided protection.  I felt-off though and did only 8 lifts instead of the usual 16.  I got to 150 lbs. though, which has only recently become common again.

I will take the W and hope my finger is fine for the next C & J session.

Reflections On A Quarter of a Tank Left

Some people look to get gas whenever they are below half a tank. That's not me.  I'm more of a fill-it-up once-it-hits-Empty, kind of guy.  You know why?  Because Empty, doesn't mean empty, it means you still have a gallon or two left.  If you fill it on empty, you only have to visit gas stations half as often.  

A quarter tank is a lot!  Every car I've owned could go about 100 miles on a quarter of a tank.  I would bet that most drivers have literally never been more than 100 miles from a gas station.  Let's say you need to drive from Spokane to Oak Harbor and you have 1/4 tank.  You could fill-up before you leave and arrive on Empty or you could fill it up 50-100 miles into the trip, have a nice break and arrive with a quarter tank.  The latter is obviously better.  Half tankers would fill before leaving, fill half-way there and show up with half a tank, just itching to fill it again!  That's the life of a neurotic.  A neurotic who's had to visit a gas station 3 times, to my 1 visit.

So, why am I suddenly thinking about my fueling heuristic?  I turned 63 today.  To my way of thinking, a normal life can be divided neatly into four, 21-year quarters.  In your first quarter, you go from useless and utterly dependent to more-or-less fully functional and useful to others.  In the second quarter, you finish your education, start your career, get married and have children.  In the third quarter, you transition out of raising children, build some wealth and send the grown kids out into the world.  Now you are in your fourth quarter, you still have 100 miles in the tank, but you have arrived:  You have enough to retire, the kids are self-sufficient, you will keep on working a few years, but when grandkids come, you can retire and free-up time to spend with them.

End thoughts:  Have you ever run out of gas?  I have, but not in the normal course of events.  I ran out twice with my first car, but it had an intermittent leak in the gas tank, so that doesn't really count.  The thing is, you might get a few extra miles in the last 1/4 than 100.  There's no refueling in life.  You get to run that thing dry and finally find-out just how far you can go.

Wordle 1369

 36th loss and major brain-fart--why didn't I move the T around?  Must have foggy birthday brain.


I realized the mistake after turn 4 and made an excellent move, but there were still three possible words and I chose the wrong one.