Friday, March 20

Well that was a surprise

A nice treat for the last day of a busy week.  I got the shuttle from Medford as usual, and when I got to Ronkonkoma I figured I’d be getting the 7:19 to Penn.  Taking the 6:56 to Flatbush Avenue was not even a remote possibility because it was using M-7’s today.  Yes, I am aware that at some point I’ll finally get over last week’s catastrophe and be willing to ride that train when it’s using those tiny-seated cars, but suffice to say it’s not happening anytime soon. As I was waiting in the ticket office, I was most surprised to see that the 7:04 to Penn was using M-3’s.  It is very rare to see anything but M-7’s on that train.  I made a beeline onto the train and was lucky enough to grab a single seat.  Ah, it doesn’t get any better than that.  It was of course a nice easy non-traumatic ride into Penn.  The mid-consist car where I was riding got pretty crowded, too, with most of the middle seats taken.  There was a delay of a couple minutes in the tunnel waiting for track space at Penn, and my car was stopped right below the tunnel carrying the Seventh Avenue – or perhaps Sixth Avenue/Broadway, it was hard to tell for sure – and I could hear the subway trains rumble overhead.  It was a minor delay in any event, and I waited only a couple of minutes for a 2 train to Park Place.

In a somewhat unusual step, I got the subway from Park Place rather than from Fulton after work.  Of course I missed a 3 train by seconds, and it was several minutes until a hugely crowded 2 came along.  Suffice to say it wasn’t a fun ride to Penn.  I got the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma, an unremarkable ride on an M-7.  An older man of average size sat next to me but was no bother, and in any event he got off at Hicksville.  I spent most of the ride reading Condor, I’ve only got about 20 pages left to go, and we made it to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle right on time.

Gym: I started Leg Day with the Icarian squat machine.  8 x 450, 8 x 540, 8 x 590, 8 x 630, 8 x 540.  It should go without saying that squatting with a particular weight on this machine is much easier than squatting the same amount with free weights.  Trust me, if I could do eight reps – heck, one rep – of free weight squats at 630, all the doorways would have to be widened so I could get my head through.  Machine or not, it was still fairly tough, unfortunately the soreness that developed during the exercise made me realize that doing SLDL’s probably wasn’t an option.  I used a new Precor leg extension machine, 8 x 145, 8 x 160, 8 x 175, and then another new Precor leg curl machine, 8 x 160, 8 x 175, 8 x 180, 8 x 160.

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Thursday, March 19

Men and women – the big tradeoff

One thing that’s never become clear is whether it’s better to sit next to a man or a woman on the train.  It’s the classic six-of-one, half-dozen-of-another situation.  The main disadvantage of men is that they’re, well, large.  Even leaving out unusual cases like last week’s catastrophe, I’m always surprised at just how large the men who ride the LIRR tend to be.  Almost certainly, the average weight is in excess of 200 pounds, and that’s true even when using a median rather than a mean and therefore minimizing the effect of extreme cases.  The size of the man in the next seat was important when the M-1 and M-3 cars were in use, but now with most electric trains being the M-7’s, with their obscenely tiny seats, rider size has become of critical importance.   On a better note, men tend to sit quietly when riding trains, their main activities – reading the sports pages or doing work stuff – not being the sort of things that annoy other people. It’s not uncommon for a couple of SCA’s who know one another to babble loudly about the NFL or cartball, but when they do so they’re usually sitting next to one another.

Women present quite the opposite situation.  They are smaller than men, of course, and for reasons that once again I can’t quite explain the women who ride the LIRR tend to be slimmer than the women you see at a supermarket or shopping mall.  Actually I probably can explain this, as being related to socioeconomic class.  The downside of sitting next to women is that often have annoying habits or mannerisms – loud talking on their cell phones, constant squirming, and putting on cosmetics.  So which are better, men or women?  I really can’t make a choice.

Today was a case when I sat next to women both times, and in one situation encountered annoying habits.  Yes, it was FAR preferable to what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean it was pleasant.  After arriving on the shuttle from Medford in the morning, I got the 7:19 express to Penn.  Taking the 6:56 was completely out of the question as it was an M-7 consist.  I got a seat on the 7:19 next to a woman of about 30, noting that the mid-consist car, in further confirmation of my theory, was occupied primarily by normal people.  We were barely underway when the woman took out a variety of cosmetics supplies and began a makeup routine that you’d expect to see in a movie studio as opposed to a commuter train.  No exaggeration, she spent a good half-hour with various brushes and powders and creams.  At one point she even used tweezers to pluck a few stray hairs from her eyebrows – on a moving train!  While it may be true that her activities did not infringe on my space, they nonetheless were extremely distracting.  I could barely concentrate on reading Condor, and unlike the case with loud talkers my iPod was of no use.  It was with great relief that I finally saw her put the bag away and just sit there quietly.  We were on-time into Penn, and I waited only a couple of minutes for a crowded but tolerable 3 train to Park Place.  Speaking of which, I’ve decided that it’s probably easier in the morning to get off at Park Place rather than Fulton, though in the afternoons I’ve been sticking with the latter station.

My return home was largely annoyance-free.  After a quick ride on a 2 from Fulton to Penn – I actually had a seat – I got the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma.  The car, toward the head of the consist, didn’t seem too crowded at first, but it gradually filled up and was almost but not quite SRO by departure.  A slightly chubby woman of about 40 sat next to me, and unlike her morning’s counterpart was not annoying.  Not that she’d be likely to be applying cosmetics, of course, what with it being an afternoon train.  I read a bit and then started playing Tetris.  And what a successful time I had, for I set a new record of 114,000, which is over 20,000 in excess of the old record.  It was another delay-free ride to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle.

Gym: a nice treadmill run, 3.1 miles (5K) at 5.6 mph.  This makes 9.1 miles for the week that ends tonight.

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Wednesday, March 18

Dipping my toe back into the waters

It took a while, but I finally did it.  After arriving on the shuttle from Medford, one week to the day after my hideous experience on the 6:56 from Ronkonkoma to Flatbush Avenue, I rode that train once again.  Not that I took any unnecessary risks.  It was only because the 6:56 was an M-3 consist and I was able to get a single seat.  It’s going to be a long time before I dare ride that train under any other circumstances.  Unless I get amnesia or something, and forget about my near-demise of last week.

It was an easy ride on the 6:56, though of course that’s pretty much a given when a single seat is involved.  The car never got more than about two-thirds full, though as is typical for the 6:56 most of the riders were beefy men over age 40.  There weren’t any delays, and though I missed a 5 train to Fulton by seconds, a 4 came along in just a couple of minutes.

Not much of note happened with respect to the afternoon’s commuting.  I waited a bit longer than usual for a 2 at Fulton, somewhere around five minutes, but that’s not quite long enough to qualify as a delay.  The car was crowded, but not hideously so.  I got the 5:22 to Ronkonkoma, which unlike the morning’s train was definitely on the crowded side.  In the mid-consist car where I sat all except a few of the middle seats were taken.  Although it was an M-7, the 40ish man who sat next to me wasn’t large enough to be a bother, although some loud cell phone talkers elsewhere in the car strained my iPod to the limit.  One thing I liked is that I had a couple of excellent games of Tetris, close to my record.  There were no delays, and I got picked up at Ronkonkoma so no shuttle today.  A day off from the gym, too.

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Tuesday, March 17

The LIRR fish fry – well, not quite

An easy enough morning getting into work.  Still being gun-shy with respect to the 6:56 from Flatbush Avenue to Ronkonkoma, I waited around at Ronkonkoma after arriving on the shuttle from Medford, and once again got the 7:19 express.  Once again, in further confirmation of my theory, the car that platformed closest to the ticket office was filled with ordinary people as compared to SCA’s.  The 30ish man who sat next to me was neatly dressed, but was not in a suit, and the fact that he read a novel rather than the sports pages further confirmed his ordinary-person status.  Not to mention the fact that he weighed no more than 175 to 180 pounds, which would make him a near-anorectic among the SCA ranks.  I spent most of the ride reading more of Condor and playing a couple mediocre games of Tetris.  We made it to Penn on time, though I had a wait of close to ten minutes for a 2 train to Fulton.  There probably was some sort of service delay, though of course the station PA didn’t announce anything.  When a train finally ambled into the station it was jammed, and of course the platform was completely filled with people who swarmed toward the doors, but I was able to board because one of the doors opened right in front of where I was standing.  Had I been a couple of feet to the side I never would  have made it onboard.  The ride of course was pure misery, and I ended up getting off at Park Place.

Walking down Fulton Street toward the subway entrance after work, I spotted a few St. Patrick’s Day revelers.  Most notably a woman who was literally staggering around, actually falling down onto the sidewalk a couple of times.  No one can accuse her of lacking holiday spirit.  Unlike the morning’s semi-fiasco, the subway was just fine, with only a short wait for a reasonably uncrowded 3 train.  It got me to Penn in ample time to get the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma.  When I boarded, I immediately noticed a peculiar smell in the car.  It smelled like someone had been frying fish, of all things.  On a train car?  Impossible!  After a few minutes, it gradually dawned on me that the smell indeed was not the smell of frying fish … but I wish it had been.  It was something much, much worse, namely the smell eminating from the toilet at the other end of the car.  I knew this because in the past I have noticed that sort of smell from the toilets, though it never was anywhere near this strong.  It must have something to do with the chemicals used in the donickers.  Yes, the (ahem) traditional toilet smell is not to be mistaken for that of a flower shop or perfume factory, but in a way that is difficult to explain, the fact that the frying fish smell was actually a toilet smell made it far, far worse than a real cooking smell would be.  Of all the indignities facing LIRR riders, having to smell toilets must rank high, or low if you prefer, on the list.  About the only good thing is that the car never got too crowded, with the seat next to me remaining empty the whole time.  If more people had boarded, but then moved to other cars, I would have attributed the light ridership to the aforementioned toilet smell, but not many people boarded in the first place.  Some other reason must have caused the lack of ridership, perhaps related to St. Patrick’s Day.  I eventually got more or less accustomed to the smell, and spent the ride to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle on more games of Tetris.  Still no luck, unfortunately.

Gym: I started out with a 2-mile run on the treadmill, with my speed bumped up a notch to 5.6 mph.  As part of the transition back to free weights, I did an old favorite for back work, namely one-arm dumbbell rows: 4 x 8 x 110/110.  I’d forgotten just how exhausting these can be.  After a bit of work on the Life Fitness seated leg press, 3 x 10 x 395, I went to the seated chest press and finally got the six at 270 I’d been unable to get last time: 8 x 250, 8 x 265, 6 x 270, 8 x 205.  I had wanted to do another drop set or two, and then some shoulder work, but by this time I was so completely worn out by the dumbbell rows that I decided to call it a night.

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Monday, March 16

Another test of the theory

Today once again I tested my theory that the cars on morning trains from Ronkonkoma which are located toward the middle of the consists will have relatively fewer SCA’s and relatively more normal people than those at the ends. After arriving on the shuttle from Medford, I sat and read for a while on a bench in the ticket office, and took the 7:19 to Penn. Actually, I almost took the 6:56 to Flatbush Avenue, notwithstanding last Wednesday’s horror show, because it was an M-3 consist. Had I been able to snag a single seat I probably would have taken it. But the single seats in each of the three cars I was able to check were taken, and I got off just as the doors closed. Even with the slightly larger M-3 seats, I was just in no frame of mind to risk anything close to a repeat of Wednesday.

My theory held true this morning. When I boarded the closest car on the 7:19 I immediately saw that it was full of ordinary people. Compared to the 6:56 the riders were younger (which isn’t saying much, as the 6:56 is more like the Flomax Express), more heavily female (the 6:56 is your proverbial fiesta de chorizo), and more casually dressed. The train must’ve been on the platform for a minute or two by the time I boarded, as the people already on it looked to be settling into their seats, having put bags and stuff onto the overhead racks.  I spotted two vacant aisle seats, one across from another.  Seat A was next to a tall but slender man in his 20, who was sitting there quietly, while Seat B was next to a young woman with large elaborate nails who was babbling away on her cell phone at a rather high volume.  Needless to say, Seat A was definitely the better choice, but someone else snagged it second before I did.  I took Seat B, hoping that my iPod would be able to drown out the woman’s babbling.  As things turned out, she ended her call after a couple of minutes and remained silent for the rest of the ride.  And an easy ride it was, followed by a very short wait for a 3 train to Fulton.

I found out during the afternoon that a broken water main near 14th Street was causing major service disruptions on the Seventh Avenue line.  Ugh, that meant I’d have to deal with the slow-as-molasses A/C after work.  When I checked the MTA site just before leaving work, however, it said that normal service had been restored, and I took a 2 from Fulton to Penn.  I got the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma, riding toward the east end of the train to test my somewhat more tentative theory about afternoon trains.  The car seemed not to have many SCA’s, but it was hard to be sure.  A somewhat chubby but tolerable woman in her 40’s sat next to me, and spent at least two-thirds of the ride on her phone, fortunately at a moderate volume.  It was a delay-free ride to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle, though for a variety of reasons I was too worn out to consider going to the gym tonight.

According to news reports, LIRR ridership is down about 10% from this time last year due to the economy.  While there certainly has been some decline, 10% sounds rather high to me.

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Sunday, March 15

Not a bad day at the gym today.  I started out with a 2-mile run on the treadmill at 5.5 mph, and then ellipted for 30 minutes.  The ellipting covered 3.4 miles, the machine I used being one that counted distance instead of strides.

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Saturday, March 14

Today was a transition between my recent ellipt-and-machine sessions and my more common practice of running on the treadmill and using free weights. I started out with a 2-mile run on the treadmill at 5.5 mph, taking advantage of the new sneakers I’d bought earlier in the day. Next came some SLDL’s, a good choice for a free-weight exercise as there isn’t really a machine alternative: 8 x 225, 8 x 235, 8 x 225. These went surprisingly well, even the set at 235 wasn’t much of a struggle. Next came Life Fitness seated leg presses, my old reliable, 3 x 10 x 395. I then ellipted for 20 minutes, something around 3,625 strides. Wanted some more leg work I did some lying leg curls, 3 x 6 x 100. These were awkward, I really don’t think I’ll try them again. Finally, I used an Icarian plate-loaded squat machine, sort of a hybrid between free weights and machines, 8 x 270, 8 x 360, 8 x 450. I scarcely count the first set, as 270 was too easy.  Even 360 wasn’t all that hard.  Next time I try this machine I’ll start at 450.

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Friday, March 13

Testing a theory

For a while now I’ve had a theory that rider demographics in different cars of a particular LIRR train will differ according to the car’s location in the consist. Let’s say that 60% of the riders on a 12-car Ronkonkoma train are SCA’s. That does not mean, according to my theory, that 60% of the riders in each car will be among their ranks. One car might be, say, 85% SCA-ridden, while in another one the percentage is half as high. To be more specific, my theory posits that on morning trains from Ronkonkoma, the closer a car is to the middle of the consist, the lower the percentage of SCA’s. That’s because the ticket windows and machines are located near the middle of the platforms, and people who do not ride on a regular basis may have to buy tickets before boarding. They’ll then board nearby cars.  SCA’s have monthly tickets and therefore no need to visit the ticket windows or machines each day. As a result, they’ll distribute themselves along the platforms to a greater extent. Another reason is that riding toward the middle of the consist increases the length of one’s walk to the subway (either the Seventh or Eighth avenue lines) after arrival at Penn. Non-regular riders aren’t as likely to know that, and in any event they’re not all obsessive-compulsive about time, unlike SCA’s with their Type A+ personalities. Finally, infrequent riders may not realize that rush hour trains fill the entire long platforms at Ronkonkoma.

After arriving at Ronkonkoma on the shuttle from Medford this morning, I decided to put my theory to the test. Of course it will take multiple observations before I can make any judgments as to the accuracy of my theory, but there has to be a start. I waited around for a while and boarded the 7:19 to Penn right near the ticket office. That was around where I boarded yesterday, and indeed I noted yesterday that the car’s ridership was not the high-testosterone demographic of the typical Ronkonkoma train. Suffice to say that things weren’t any different today. The car was more than two-thirds full by the time we left Ronkonkoma, and it was a pleasant selection of ordinary people not all that different from what you’d see in a mall or supermarket. A diverse bunch in terms of gender, age and to some extent ethnicity. I noticed a few groups of two or three people traveling together, in sharp contrast to the mainly solo travelers seen at rush hour. But most of all, impossible for even the least observant human to overlook, was the wide and glorious variety of clothing on display – a far, far cry from the endless sea of suits that is so characteristic of Ronkonkoma. A casually dressed man in his mid-20’s sat next to me; his young age, informal attire, and most of all his slim, fit build was in sharp contrast to what I usually am forced to experience. Not enough people boarded at the two remaining stops, Central Islip and Brentwood, for me to make any sort of judgment, though as a general rule the riders at those stations, both located in relatively lower-income communities, are very different demographically from the norm at Ronkonkoma. Deer Park is a somewhat smaller version of Ronkonkoma, but the 7:19 doesn’t stop there. Lastly, when the conductor came around for tickets, I noticed that he stopped to punch many of them, a sign that the riders had daily round-trip tickets and the conductor was punching them to show that one ride was used. Conductors just glance at monthly (or weekly) tickets. We got to Penn on time, needless to say I was all relaxed from the easy ride, and I waited just a couple of minutes for a 2 train to Fulton.

It’s not as likely that ridership demographics will differ as much on evening trains out of Penn as they do on morning Ronkonkoma trains. For one thing, many non-regular riders will be using the second half of the round trip tickets they bought in the morning at Ronkonkoma. I would still surmise that they’re more likely to be found toward the east end of trains, that end being nearer the main part of the LIRR concourse. In other words, they’re less likely to be aware of the other boarding points. To test the theory once again, after a somewhat crowded ride on a 2 from Fulton I rode toward the east end of the 5:22 to Ronkonkoma, which was on Track 19 rather than the usual 15. As I’d suspected, it was somewhat like the morning’s train, though not to quite the same extent; there were relatively more normal people and relatively fewer SCA’s than usual, but the difference wasn’t as pronounced as it had been in the morning. A woman in her 30’s sat next to me and was no bother. She actually had a monthly ticket, but her relatively casual attire – not to mention her gender – set her apart from the usual mass of Ronkonkoma riders. I spent most of the ride reading another chapter of Condor and playing some mediocre games of Tetris. It was a quick enough ride to Ronkonkoma, where I got picked up, so no shuttle today. It was also a rest day from the gym.

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Thursday, March 12

Gun shy, even if illogically so

Please understand.  After yesterday’s horror show on the 6:56 from Ronkonkoma to Flatbush Avenue, there was absolutely no way I was getting back on that train today.  Not if someone paid me to ride it.  Now, I know that logically speaking, the chances of such a hideous experience occurring again today would be very small.  Especially when I arrived at Ronkonkoma on the shuttle from Medford and saw that the 6:56 was an M-3 consist, with the larger seats.  I also knew that the next trains, the 7:04 and the 7:19, would probably be M-7’s and almost certainly would be crowded.  It didn’t matter.  Fear overcame logic and kept me off the 6:56.  I got something at the bagel shop and ended up taking the 7:19.  It proved a smart – if not entirely logical – decision because a slightly chubby but perfectly tolerable woman of around 30 sat next to me and there was no space squeeze at all.  In fact, I noticed that the mid-consist car where I sat had relatively few of the corpulent SCA’s that infest Ronkonkoma train.  It was almost as much of a chick train as the 7:32 usually is.  I had an easy ride into Penn, though when I got to the 2/3 platform it was a total mob scene.  There must have been some delays in service, as the crowding looked well beyond normal.  A 3 arrived in less than a minute but it was way too crowded for me to board.  Fortunately, a 2 came along a few minutes later and I somehow was able to squeeze on, for a crowded but delay-free ride to Park Place.  I got off at Park Place instead of Fulton for variety’s sake.  One thing I noticed, that I haven’t seen before, was a big wave of people coming up Vesey Street, they must’ve just gotten off a PATH train at the WTC station.

I went to Fulton as usual after work and got a 2 to Penn after a couple of minutes.  The car I boarded seemed less crowded than the nearby ones … namely because there was a skell in it who stank to high heaven.  I made a quick retreat to the next car at Park Place.  No one stank on the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma.  A slender young woman sat next to me and spent most of the ride studying an English as a Second Language workbook (for Korean speakers). She was up to Lesson Eight, basic conversational stuff.  Like in the morning I spent the ride reading Condor and playing some Tetris.  No decent games, however.  We got to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle on time.

Gym: a solid half hour ellipting, though I forgot to take note of the strides or distance.

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Wednesday, March 11

Horrible, horrible, horrible

I’ve had some truly horrible experiences on the LIRR in almost 12 years of commuting.  Wow, what a revelation, right?  It’s hard to single out the very worst experience.  Leaving out 9/11 and the great blackout of 2003, events for which I cannot blame the LIRR, perhaps the worst day I can remember was the Friday a couple years ago when a train squashed a trespasser in Queens.  Train cancellations and massive delays got me home over three hours late.  I remember a couple other instances when trains tangled with pedestrians or cars and there were delays in the two-hour range.  This morning, however, surely must rank as one of the worst times I’ve ever had despite their being no delays.  It was a true chamber of horrors.

Things all began quietly enough.  I got the shuttle from Medford, then the 6:56 from Ronkonkoma to Flatbush Avenue.  The latter train was an M-7 consist, a detail that became crucially important.  A relatively large man of about 30 sat next to me at Farmingdale, large in a muscular rather than fat sense, but he managed to situate himself in a way that didn’t infringe on my space too much.  It was a relatively tight squeeze but pretty much tolerable.  He got up at Hicksville, whether to get off the train or just sit elsewhere I don’t know, and for a few brief moments I actually thought I’d have an empty seat next to me the rest of the way.  Dream on.  As the train was pulling out of the station, and I was looking out the window, I literally had the breath knocked out of me by a huge impact, so severe that I actually though another train had derailed and slammed into the side of the train I was riding.  Was a train wreck going to be added to my list of LIRR disasters?  It wasn’t a derailed train.  It was an enormous man in late middle age who had fallen against my side when trying to squeeze his obscenely bloated carcass into a seat that was far too small to accommodate him. I am not using the word “enormous” casually.  It is my estimate that he weighed in excess of 350 pounds despite being of no more than average height.  He was so morbidly obese that he gasped when he breathed.  On the back of his neck, a massive roll of fat spilled over his shirt collar.  His waist measurement, to the extent that “waist” was a viable concept, must’ve been close to 60 inches.

Now, you’d think that with the available space being much narrower than his body, Mr. Anorectic wouldn’t even try to sit next to me, right?  Wrong!  He gasped and grunted and somehow got into the space, although it didn’t appear that his gargantuan posterior ever actually touched the seat – he remained suspended in the air between the armrest and, needless to say, me.  Mere words cannot describe the misery which I experienced.  I tried to dig my elbow into his side, in an attempt to make him as uncomfortable as possible, but my elbow just sank into the thick rolls of suet carpeting his torso.  The ride to Jamaica, which in strictly chronological terms took no more than 15 or so minutes, from my miserable perspective lasted an eternity.  I had a very brief ray of hope at Mineola, when Stringbean looked around to see if there were any other seats, but the train was packed. He stayed put until Jamaica.

One might ask why I didn’t come right out and tell Twiggy that he was crushing me.  It might seem like some rather unbecoming meekness – Betaness if you prefer – on my part, but in fact it was due to something else entirely.  I was seriously concerned that if I said something and he ignored me or refused to move, I might end up doing something I’d regret.  That’s how much I loathed him.  It should go without saying that if you are going to assault someone, doing it on a moving train is a very bad idea because you’re stuck on the scene.  About all I could do was hope that Slim would drop dead from the strain the massive obesity was putting on his cardiovascular system … judging by the way he was breathing, that did not seem like an entirely farfetched possibility.  In any event, he finally moved at Jamaica, and I spent the rest of the ride into Brooklyn slowly feeling the numbness leaving my body.  So horrible had been the experience I didn’t even mind that the 5 train I got to Fulton was hugely crowded – in comparison, it was like being in the middle of the Gobi Desert.

Thank God it was far better coming home.  I had a short wait for a 2 train at Fulton, and on the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma, the young man who sat next to me was so small in comparison to the morning’s Man-Mountain that I was scarcely aware of his presence.  He actually was not small, in fact he was probably a good 190 or 200 pounds, but that’s microscopic in comparison.  I spent most of the ride playing Tetris, unfortunately without much luck.

Gym: another machine session.  I started out with the Life Fitness seated chest press, with some progress over last time: 8 x 235, 8 x 250, 8 x 265, 5 x 270 (tried for six, couldn’t get the last rep), 8 x 220, 8 x 205.  On the last two drop sets I moved the handles closer to increase the range of motion.  Next, I did the Life Fitness seated leg press, 4 x 10 x 395.  I finished with the Hammer Strength MTS shoulder press, not doing too much weight after all the chest work, 8 x 90/90, 6 x 100/100, 2 x 6 x 90/90.

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