Joined a health club yesterday, even though it's on the CWRU campus and I'm not, because I have a good workout partner and we both really want to get strong.

Did a half-workout last night to introduce her to Super Slow. As she approached muscle failure on the leg press, her face started to redden and her arms shifted from her sides to her stomach to her sides and back. She'd played varsity sports in high school and college and had done strength training before, but her legs had never felt anything remotely like they did now. She kept pushing. The nondescript carpeted board stopped moving.

Pedro: Shortly after she stood up, she forgot not to bend her knees. You know what happened next.

It feels good to be back on the wagon. I look forward to a month from now: we'll have come up with a regular schedule, and will have done at least half a dozen workouts. Which may not sound like much, but compared to how many I've done since leaving Boston, it's fantastic.