Lots o’ sprints

I have been working out daily, and most days end with a kicker. A few examples.

5 SHDPs @ 100# + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery

Stiff-legged deadlift + BoR + HPC + thruster + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery

5 clapping pushups + 5 mountain climbers/leg + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery

10 clapping pushups + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery

jumping air squats + 10m sprint; walk to start for recovery

Today’s main workout was fun!

40-min AMRAP
Bike 400m
Max rep unbroken and strict pull-ups (no rest at full extension)

I easily completed 10 the first round, and completed no less than 6 any round, for a total of 101 reps. And without a second to spare. It took 14 rounds of biking, i.e., 3.5 miles, to complete.

Our next door neighbors are assholes. Keep in mind that I genuinely like the rest of our neighbors, and have become fast friends with J, E, and B&L.

When they first moved next door I went out of my way to be friendly, bringing them baked good and offering assistance. While my assistance wasn’t requested, they certainly didn’t hesitate to ask for “small favors,” you know, like allowing the use of our driveway to park and heavy equipment when they cut down the shade tree for our patio. And signing rights to allow power lines to run in our property to the shitty the home. Oh, and installing a rain barrel (more in a moment) so that rain didn’t run off into their yard by the shitty tiny home they built — and did I mention as close as they were legally allowed to do so to our home? They also requested to tear down the $7K retaining wall that we installed because the railroad ties have creosote. That didn’t happen. And never will.

Yet no request to pay for and install a fence.

D (doesn’t stand for “Dick,” but he is) had the audacity at one point, when describing rain pipes to say, “The pipe is perforated. Do you know what then means, ‘perforated?'” Yes, I fucking know what perforated is. And he asked the same question at least three times.

We’ve had a rainy spring going into summer. We occasionally water the newer plants, and have done so using the garden hose. I had cleaned the deck, and the runoff went into the rain barrel; thus I didn’t want to use the water in it to water plants.

I attached a long hose to the end of our driveway and began to empty the rain barrel, with the water running down the street into a drain. Like it’s supposed to. Yes, it ran in front to their yard, but not INTO their yard. Because I’m not a dick.

I was watching the bees and taking slow-motion pics when D approached. As I was startled, I even said hello, which I don’t usually do. Then the following conversation took place. I’ve included my thoughts in italics.

D: May I ask what you’re doing? (He was looking toward the rain barrel.)
Me: Emptying the rain barrel. Be nice, answer his question. Don’t say “None of your fucking business.
D: Why?
Me: Because the barrel is full. What business is it of yours?
D: Yes, but why are you emptying and allowing the water to run down the road?
Me: D, it’s going into the drain, and not your property. What the fuck does this have to do with you?
D: Are you aware (the exact words he used) that you can use the water from the barrel to water your plants?
Me: Yes, but I choose not to. How fucking stupid do you think I am? Like I didn’t know I could use the water for a variety of reasons?

D then gave me a condescending look.

Me: Just walk away. You are an asshole.

D mumbles something under his breath as he walks away.

Me: Fucking asshole.

Yes, I said that loud enough for him to hear. Later that day I asked Jeff, “Why do you think, knowing that I don’t like him, D approached me today?” Jeff replied, “Because he’s a condescending asshole that thinks h’e better than everyone one.” Nailed it.

And they wonder why EVERYONE but them gets lots and lots of baked goods.

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