I rolled out of bed and brewed a pot of tea..... yes, tea. I don't want miss brown eyes seeing me like this. Now I am writing to you in my robe with black circles around my eyes. This is why I will not be on the live feed today. This is why I have nothing motivating to write about. I am just glad I have enough energy to join you again in this black hole we call the Dark Orchestra. Without training, I feel empty. I feel alone with no purpose. Take weightlifting away and I am nothing. Just a schmuck that now has to tuck his tail and walk in line with the rest of the herd. I must bleed 2016, for the Olympics cannot wait a another day. I must get better asap. Again, I am sorry for my absence the last three days. I guess no matter how many squats you do, the flu can still get to you. Well, I am off to bed again. I just wanted to take whatever energy I have to say, hi. Yes, I guess this is somewhat of a sympathy post. Of course it is, everyone knows that when you are sick you have the right to mope around and feel sorry for yourself. I guess if we look at the glass half full, being sick has its benefits. At the end of the day, chicken noodle soup and orange juice delivered to you in bed while your hot bath is being drawn is not such a bad thing after all. Don't worry coach, I will be back stronger than ever on Friday. Let the rookies on the team know that their last few days on top of the hill will soon be over.
I got shot by the Sniper in this video. I went for 140kg hang snatch for a set of five, but on the last rep he got a head shot. Damn snipers.