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Hurry up, I must write this quickly to start my exercises early so someone is still in the house to spot my bench presses. But wait, I haven't even stretched yet, not even a single jumping jack. And if I don't sort the papers on my bed, they won't sort themselves while I'm in the basement. And maybe I should at least have the daily readings on in the background. Should I turn off "Messenger" audiobook? And I forgot to add a shake of ground coffee to my oatmeal.

Every morning will not be perfect. In the basement by 6:50 a.m. hasn't happened once. But I can sacrifice 30 minutes if, after I am dressed, I flip open my daily planner and write what I know I'll do today and what I want to do today.

I should finish here and exchange my pajama pants and black leggings for some sagging shorts. My ... I'll give her age since I don't know her weight ... 61 year old Mom will spot me as I bench press 280 lbs. hopefully five times. Two mornings ago I tried 285 on the first set. I had worked up to it. Worked up to it so much that I was asking for a spot to keep the weight five pounds higher or squeeze an extra rep. But on this morning I loaded up and laid back with no one behind me and did a breathing and hand grip process and lifted off. One, this is heavy, two, this is heavy, three, can I do five, four, I've done five before (not at this weight), five, break the plane, breakthe plane, breaktheplane, kkkkkkphhh. A grown man sitting on my chest. No, it was like a man deep into an extra large pizza sitting in a recliner on my chest.

I yelled, "Dad!" Patiently waited about five seconds to hear the door. No sound. "DAD!" The door opens and he says, "Did you call?" Yes I called. "Yeah, I'm stuck." Another five seconds until he's there. My head is not moving much and my eyes are closed, and now I know he's coming and I wonder if he can pull this bar the length of my arms because I am spent. I keep my eyes closed. He positions himself right over top of me. I can feel the bottom of this shorts on my face. As I pushed and he pulled, I doubted we'd get it. That he'd say it was too heavy for him and we'd have to decide to either drop the bar onto my chest again and remove plates one side at a time which is okay until one side has an extra 25 lbs. that the other is missing or he could yell, "Ma!" who was a mile away in their bedroom.

We actually did it though. Slammed the bar backward, and I had pain in my left hamstring.