The last year-year and a half of training has been frustrating. I've learned some things, not as much as I would have liked (although maybe as I get further away from the issue I may say 'shit I actually learned a ton').

I'm working with Dani to fix my hips and get my squat back on track. All of the tools she's given me have been great, and my squat was improving. But the last few weeks I'm getting some pretty bad pain in my left IT/Quad. And it's not so much the pain but it's forcing me back into my right leg/hip dominant squat.

Bench feels good. Really good actually.

And deads are Ok.

Then I get a phone call this Monday and it felt like a bomb was dropped on me. All I could think was "Are you fucking serious? After all of this..." It is a work related issue. I'm not quite ready to discuss the issue, and I'm not sure if I'll ever disclose it for legal reasons, but it's relatively  funny, maybe embarrassing, and extremely frustrating.

All I'm getting at- the universe constantly sends us signs. If you believe in God that's fine- let's say God is sending you signs. For me, it is the vibrations and energies of the world around us.

Sometimes these signs are subtle. Running into an old friend. Getting some good news. Or going through a small predicament and coming out the other side feeling tougher and more accomplished.

And sometimes you're running along through life and run right into the blinking fucking billboard. It wasn't there. You didn't see it. But surprise, it fucked your day up.

The situation I'm talking about was in my control, but then again it wasn't. I've had a ton of support from my colleagues and managers, but it doesn't look good. Corporate America is a heartless machine like that and at the end of the day I'm employee 1####4.

More to follow, maybe...