I shocked myself a little. But I was thinking about my lifting and realized I hadn't felt that wonderful, deep-muscle soreness in a loooong time. I've been maintaining well, but not pushing myself. I had a mental block on that kind of poundage--I still think of myself as that 112-pound 17 year old (wrestling can be an evil sport for growing boys). The last time I did anything over 300 on either of those movements, I was young and angry and had a strength coach. Looks like I'll have to revise my off-season goals. Or just mark them off as "accomplished" and coast.

Red rocks amphitheater is a 5 minute drive from my house. Since it's a public "park," it's open to anyone if an event is not scheduled. Wicked stadium seats to run there. Did it about a month ago, and I think I've forgotten how much they sucked. Will head over this weekend. If I get off work early enough, I'll grab wifey and have her capture some video of my hammer throws tonight. Hopefully have them up soon for dissection and ridicule.