I am stoked: I love my new handwraps, Sanabul's PAW v.2 Gel Cross Training Handwrap Gloves. Despite wearing 16 oz gloves, my knuckles have taken a beating in these opening days of 2021, despite my new MWF schedule. Wearing these handwraps underneath my gloves ought to shore up that problem AND they'll go well with my dumbbell work as well!

While I developed a good dumbbell routine back in 2018, I moved away from it in 2019 as I focused on cardio. I think I was just burned out doing it M-F. I like using dumbbells: I have an iron hex set with pairs from 5 lb with 5lb increments up to 40 lb with an accompanying db rack. Anything more and I would have to give gym membership another go.

I had to suspend my exercise routine for my triceps as something is popping there from the time I tore down the deck while I was awkwardly pulling when the object suddenly stopped and while never releasing my grasp, I kept going.

However, I added another set to my Maxiclimber, making it 2 x 3 minutes something in which I'd like to continue to develop.

Since New Year's Day, in these past five days, I've been hammering out workouts at 4 AM. It hasn't been in the gym, but at my keyboard as I learn how to code in Python. I'll problem solve for an hour, then will either hit the weights and the bag or glide into cardio, returning later in the day to complete my daily targets. My coding morning provides some zings of delight (eventually) while it works my mind over as I later do the same to my body. I haven't seriously touched coding since the '90s—HTML/CSS markeup doesn't count!

Coding brings back memories and I half expect to print my daily programs to a dot matrix printer after I complete them. In one instance, I spent a lot of time on the computers in a lab that did NOT have a SINGLE hard drive between them! By 1994, the Tandy 1000s we were using in high school were a decade old. And they were a year older my senior year, as they coasted along at 4.77 MHz.

In '96, I can't say my first semester in college was much better as I had to log into a VAX terminal to check my email, this being in the context when I had email at home via an Eudora mail client on Windows 95. Yes, my password on the system had to be six characters, no more, no less. My password? PICARD.

Yeah, times have definitely changed since those days. Even this morning, one of my assignments was to develop a random password generator, complete with letters, numbers, and symbols.

Admittedly, I'm coming off a bit retro here in 2021. For a moment yesterday, I realized I was ripping CDs while reinforcing my coding skills—it could have easily been 1999 as I was converting Weezer's blue album, The Smashing Pumpkins's Adore and Shania Twain's The Woman in Me to a digital format.

Honestly, when was the last time I scribbled out a flow chart to consider a programming problem? Man, I ought to go hop in my Mustang convertible, light my cigar and head out into the night with some Springsteen!

Oh, those days are so long ago, aren't they?! But, nevertheless, here I am exploring conditional statements again in all their old, if / then / else glory.

And if I may borrow from my high school analogy, I guess, too, I was reminded with that brief couple of days considering if I ought to find a table to sit at in the lunchroom... (who knew there was ever an option to put the tray down and just leave?)

...I want to be back on Facebook, I do. I miss people, especially as I now listen to R.E.M's 1992 Automatic for the People.

Why don't I?

sigh

It's hard to put into words...it's not even because I'm still working on my fitness and really want that choice return when I'm rockin' it... (OK, so I like the idea of that!) ...it's NOT the driver.

Maybe I'm afraid of the hurt.

It's hard to admit that, of course, I'm an INTJ Superman, right? Emotions don't bother me! Ah, but the misunderstood INTJ sits at this keyboard; he hangs out in a Batcave, not a telephone booth.