Tuesday, October 7

The benefits of missing a train; and, her eyes weren’t that bad

Missing a train by seconds is a frustrating experience.  Even when there isn’t much time pressure, and you know that another one will be along soon, it still grates on your psyche.  Why this is so, I’ll defer to those more learned in the mysteries of the human mind to explain.  Perhaps there’s some sort of control issue, or a feeling of failure.  Yet it’s also true that on rare occasions missing a train turns out to be a good thing.  This morning, needless to say, was one such rare occasion.  I got the shuttle from Medford as usual, and because for some reason I wasn’t much up to changing at Jamaica I decided to take the 7:04 express to Penn.  That gave me several minutes in Ronkonkoma, so I got something from the bagel shop and went into the waiting area to eat.  While I was doing so I began diddling with my iPod and somehow lost track of time.  Sure enough, I look up, and what do I see?  The 7:04, pulling out of the station.  My distraction had caused me to miss it … and soon enough, I was most happy that I had been distracted.  You see, I ended up taking the 7:17 express, which was an M-3 consist, and I was able to get a highly coveted single seat.  Had I gotten the 7:04 as planned, I might well have ended up squished next to an elephantine SCA in a hideously tiny M-7 seat.  Instead, I enjoyed a very easy ride into Penn.  Life sure works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?  My run of luck continued in the subway, as I waited less than a minute for an A train to Broadway-Nassau.  It was only moderately crowded and didn’t encounter any delays.

My wait for an A after work was a bit longer, perhaps four or five minutes, which is still within the tolerability range.  While there weren’t any skells in the car, for a couple of stops there were three highly disreputable-looking teenagers doing some sort of lame breakdance routine and soliciting money.  I was pleased to see that almost no one gave them any money.  The only effective way to stop panhandling is to stop people from giving money to them, the beggars themselves being largely resistant to any enforcement efforts.  I made it to Penn in time to catch the 5:22 to Ronkonkoma, once again an M-3 consist, finding an aisle seat next to a woman of about 45.  As we headed through Nassau I noticed something very odd about her.  She had a book open, held almost horizontally, and her head was bent forward so far that her face was only about four inches from the book.  Wow, I thought, she must be exceedingly nearsighted to read at such a close distance.  I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone read that close.  After a few minutes, however, I realized that duh, she wasn’t reading at all, she had conked off and her head had fallen forward.  Had she been in her 20’s, of course, she would have been sleeping with her head thrown back and mouth gaping wide open, but she was some years beyond that young-woman peculiarity.  The ride itself to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle went easily enough, and as it was an M-3 consist there was ample room.

Gym: I did the second installment of Week 1 of my deadlift routine, in fact I should have done it yesterday, though one day’s delay probably won’t matter.  As before, I used the power rack, with the bars set to allow about a 3- to 4-inch range of motion.  For the next two sessions (Week 2) I’ll keep the bars at the same setting but stand on a 45-pound plate to allow for a slightly increased ROM.  I did 2 x 6, at 385.  Prior to the deadlifts I did some benching, trying a 5 x 5 for variety: 6 x 135, 4 x 185, 2 x 205, 5 x 5 x 225.  I finished with neutral grip pull-ups, 4 x 6, 2 x 4.

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