Fighting back.

PRs 061912

1RM
Deadlift  200
Squat     120
Snatch    70, 75
C&J         80
Press 70
Bench 90
Clean 100

3RM
Deadlift 140, 170 (050712)
Squat 115
Press 55, 65 (052812)
Bench 80
Squat Clean 75
Front Squat 90 (053012)
Clean 95

5RM
Deadlift
Press
Squat 115

About 9 months ago, after attempting a 200kg deadlift, I injured my back. Rendering me injured and hurt like a dog on the streets. From lifting a respectable 180kg deadlift to hardly being able to lift 50kgs off the ground. Devastating times.

Today, I count my blessings and thankfulness for being injury free and relatively stronger than I was last year.
The PRs above reflect some great wisdom, guidance, and technical knowledge from friends and coaches at Pushmore. I took the short time to reflect upon this and realised how much I've improved over the year and recent months.

Today, I'm bigger, stronger, and (relatively) faster than ever through the Crossfit program. It's not for everyone. Yet, it could be. It requires a different outlook, new set of determination and passion for the craft embedded within it.

With that said, here's to more days of power, less injuries and better life ahead. Peace to all.

pHear

KL Street Artist, pHear, shows me his world for a couple of hours as he gets down and dirty with his night job@play.

Here's what went down:

if we could love like this.

if we could love like this.
we wouldn't need to try anything else to make it work.

so simple. so delicate. so beautiful.

This was your chair.

The Sun found itself spilling into the kitchen where we all gathered. The usual place where we'd all be. But this house was alien to me - somewhat of a cottage. 

I remember the glare of the sun bouncing off the grass. Birds outside. A nice breeze. 

There you sat across the table. Speaking to me. About one of your many stories. 

For that moment, I understood everything. Yet, as i stood there listening, I couldn't believe you were actually there. You lost some weight. Looked healthier. I remember your voice. Distinctively. Your face. The way you said certain things. 

I wanted to approach you. I crossed the room from where I was standing into the kitchen. As I entered through the door, my glimpse caught an empty chair. Where you initially sat on. 

I saw myself from the outside. Weeping and breaking down over that chair. To the amazement of the other guests in the house, they could not understand. 

I spent a good two minutes over that chair. Weeping, crying, frantically breaking down.
I did wake up with a tear. How powerful these dreams have become. 

My sorrow perhaps was never really channeled properly. I never really did properly say goodbye as I was away.

In all ways and words uncomprehending, thank you for visiting. 

these eyes.

these eyes destroy cities and crumbles hearts. 

this heart builds hope and brings about light. 

you.

help me understand this strange thought in my head.

can we be friends. again ?

there's this desire to keep your heart close to mine,
my head on your shoulder,
your hand in mine.

to keep me safe and sane in this world of chaos. my world of chaos.
let me rest with you. please.

you.

there could be so many love songs 

filled with words inspiring love, hope and fate. 

yet, none of which speaks the truth. 

to you. again. to you.

if ever there was a way to tell you,

i'd tell you.
about the simple things, the things we talked about, the things we remembered,
the things we loved, the things we shared, the things we knew.

of all the complexities this life offers, the knocks and the pains, the bruises and all the shames,
you tell me that, tomorrow, it will all be okay. and it will be okay.
sunrise to sunset, dusk to dawn, wind upon the air, waters on earth, these things will pass, before and beyond me.
you will remain.
in this heart.
in this heart.
between my divided soul.