So, yah, salsa dancing was fun. But I totally have no rhythm. Counting and dancing is hard. A couple of whole roasted chickens. Wanna guess what was on sale at the grocery store? Boxer-briefs are the only civilized skivvies for men. Friday, Part 1: deadlift 285 x 5; 305 x 5; 325 x 7 shrug 295 x 20,20,20 hanging knee raise +50 x 6,6,6 Friday, Part 2: Survive! It was a city-wide game of zombie tag. Totally freaking awesome. Players start in a black shirt, as humans. The goal was to get to 6 check-points without getting tagged. Once tagged by a zombie, players switch to a white shirt and hunt humans. I got tagged within a couple of blocks of starting, but I kinda wanted to be a zombie anyway. Stalking and sprinting after people was hella fun. About 30 minutes into it, downtown was a sea of white shirts, so it was pretty much over. But the party continued, with art-crawls, live bands, and good times. Saturday: Contra dance. Got in a good 3 hours of dancing. Had three partners tell me I was fun to dance with. Not good, mind, but fun. That counts for something, I suppose. Sunday: 3 hrs derby practice. Pretty intense, as they're preparing for this weekend's bout. Today, Part 1: squat 295 x 3; 315 x 3; 330 x 5 squat 275 x 10,10,10,10,10 hyper +120 x 10,10,10 Big dude was grunting loud enough to shake the gym while doing ez-bar curls. He had a couple of guys spotting him, even. Made me think of the plate-bangers Paddy talked about, and kree's arch-enemies at her gym. I just snickered to myself and turned my headphones up. Today, Part 2: 2 hours fresh meat practice. Refs didn't have much to do. But, hey, it's always fun to watch. Beats TV. And I picked up a set of outdoor wheels that I'm anxious to try out, as soon as the rain stops.