Wednesday, Apr. 30, 2003
Dear Diary:

Today is Diaryland Show and Tell Day!

Look!

I was so psyched by this.See Marn.

See Marn squat.

See Marn squat 135 pounds.

Hear Marn's thighs.

"Ouch, Marn, ouch."

Hear Marn's butt.

"Ouch, Marn, ouch."

Ta-DAH!

This marks the end of today's show and tell.

I know. You're as disappointed as I am that Show and Tell Day only happens once a year.

So yeah, today was the red letter day. Today was the day I moved up to the ginormous 45 pound weights and slid 135 pounds onto my back. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time.

I have been squatting 130 pounds for quite a while, but as weightlifters will tell you, loading a 35 pound weight, then a 5 pound weight and then a 2 1/2 pound weight on to each side of a 45 pound bar looks a lot smaller and lighter than a 45 pound weight on each side. Those 45 pound puppies be HUGE.

Frankly, I was psyched out by the size of them.

But today I admitted that it was time to pump up the weight. I brought my camera in to record the historic moment and gave it to my workout buddy Glen. I wanted a series of action shots. He took a whole series of shots of me setting up for the squat and then unbeknownst to me wandered off.

(Believe me, when you're balancing 135 pounds on your back and slowly easing your body up and down you do NOT look around to see what other people are doing. Nosireebob, you keep yourself intensely focussed on the matter at hand.)

Thus, due to a tragic miscommunication, The First 135 Pound Marn Squat Is Lost To History Forever!

I'm sure you're as sick about this as I am.

Don't worry. There will be other firsts, and really, what could be more exciting than looking at pictures of a 50-something woman move large, heavy bits of metal?

My thoughts, exactly.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 234.48 miles (377.3 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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