I thought I had beaten my wrist alarm. I suppose I had. I sprung up, immediately checked on the beans I had set up in the crockpot the night before and began to gather my supplies to make my morning butter brew and bake bread. I felt the tang of tiredness, but at 3AM, is this unusual? Yes, it was as I suddenly realized. 1:04 AM. I went back to bed and lay there. Sleep was not forthcoming. I could just twiddle my thumbs for the next hour-and-a-half or get to work.

I made my dough for the day. As I set it aside to allow it to rise for the next 45 minutes, I continued to listen to my audio selection and got out in the garage with "air" that was so thickly soaked with water you could cut it with a handsaw.

As the sun set yesterday, I found myself longing for my strength regimen. Earlier, not once, but twice that day, I was in the pool, so it wasn't just a desire for movement in general; I loved what I was doing for my legs there. No, missing was just the...directness of a resistance program. I just feel good afterward. And I'm totally on board with increasing bone mass and upping testosterone production.

As that dough slowly expanded, I had some time on my hands. I could study; I could write; I could—well, I could do pretty much anything in that 45-minute span with another one following just like it. Well, you can reasonably guess what followed: I thought I'd run through the new session I planned on Saturday for Tuesday because it is the same for Friday. And yes, it is a Wednesday today.

Do you know what I do not find inspiring in my resistance workout? A DM discussion about class alignment and players who do not let it inform the choices for their character. My question? What should a Lawful Evil character pack for a summer vacation? Easy! "Leave the gun, take the cannoli."

I got almost halfway through those 40 and shut things down. OK, so I was 18 sets in, close to the 20 I used to do. My first superset was a flys / Arnold press combo for 5x15. The second superset was a bench press / rear seated lateral raise coupling which ultimately was a 4x15.

Quite honestly, I just felt green. Maybe I downed my iced butter coffee too fast? Maybe I didn't have enough sleep? I just know I was miserable and couldn't shake it until much later when I had my air-fried New York strip steak.

I never punted on my workout routine. I just want more. I do not want it to be this shallow thing that's just about looks, something that is narrow in scope, whether in the context of time or substance.

I want more. It is the message of The 33rd Expedition: New Coke. The following ad was featured in my teaser the other day. There is something in it that resonates with me.

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-New Coke advertisemt