Youthful exuberance bother you? Deal with it.
Today was blessedly free of the Killer Rumps that so bedeviled me yesterday. I got the shuttle from Medford, and then the 7:19 from Ronkonkoma to Penn. Taking the 6:56 to Flatbush Avenue was out of the question because it was an M-7 consist – trust me, it’ll be a long before I overcome that particular fear – and if I’m going to wait around Ronkonkoma I might as well wait a bit longer and take the 7:19 rather than the 7:04, which makes a couple more stops. The seat next to me was still empty when we left the station, which isn’t common, though a 30ish, non-SCA man took it at Central Islip. He wasn’t any bother. I read more of Outliers and had a couple mediocre tries at Tetris, and we got into Penn on time. I just missed a 3 train by seconds, but a 2 came along in a few minutes and I stayed on until Fulton.
In another somewhat unusual occurrence, I actually got a seat on a 2 at Fulton after work. Afternoon 2/3 trains are generally SRO. I got the 5:22 to Ronkonkoma, it was crowded when I boarded but I found an aisle seat next to a mid-30’s woman who was neither large nor noisy, though she was a touch too squirmy for my liking. It really wasn’t a big deal. A group of about 15 young people, more girls than boys, was traveling together toward the middle of the car several rows away from me. They looked to be around the middle school/high school boundary, I’d say more likely they were in the last year of middle school (9th grade, in most area districts). A couple of teacher types were with them, so they probably were coming back from a field trip. They were, without question, quite noisy, chattering away nonstop. Because they were spread out among several rows they’d often have to talk quite loudly. Their noise didn’t bother me at all, even though I could hear them over my iPod. It’s nice to see young people enjoying themselves. Unfortunately, someone else in the car mustn’t have seen things that way, because shortly after we passed through Jamaica the conductor spoke to one of the teachers, who in turn spoke to the young people (I couldn’t hear what she was saying), and the noise level dropped off considerably. It is very unlikely that the conductor acted on her own initiative, in my experience they’re very tolerant of loud and even disruptive passengers. Almost certainly someone complained, and I’ll bet it was an SCA. It’s all right for them to babble about the pass interception in the fourth quarter of the Jets game, or about their 9-iron approach shot on the 5th hole, but when some excited young people just out of childhood are a little loud, well that’s a catastrophe. Schmucks. I pondered this state of affairs for most of the rest of the ride, knocking off more of Outliers and having a semi-decent game of Tetris. We got to Ronkonkoma on time, although the shuttle was a few minutes late leaving because we had to wait for the slightly delayed 5:41 out of Penn.
Gym: it didn’t dawn on me until too late that yesterday should’ve been my deadlift session. I had deadlifted on Tuesday of last week, not Wednesday as I thought. What this meant is that when I deadlifted tonight it was eight days since my last session. That’s not ideal, but it shouldn’t matter too much. In any event, tonight’s deadlifting went very well: 6 x 225, 6 x 275, 4 x 295, 4 x 315, 3 x 325, 1 x 335, 6 x 285, 8 x 225. What I might try next time is doing fewer warmup reps and then going for a higher max. I should be able to get 345 with no trouble and might shoot for 355. After the deadlifts I did one-arm dumbbell rows, 3 x 8 x 120/120. These were pretty easy.