My Father's Day was nuts.  I wanted to go to the beach, but I didn't want to drive.  Solution, you ask?  Long conversation with April about buying a second home on the sand.  Hey, everything starts with a dream.

What I ended up doing instead of driving  (yea, I know, its only 45 minutes depending on traffic which sometimes can be four days) was tending to my garden and flowers.

Who would have thought?  Me!  I use to kill Air Ferns.  I am "Agent Orange".   Now?  I'm Mr. Greenjeans,  Organic garden, various flowers around the Casa de Selkow.

There I was 8 hours later, parched in June California sun.  Did I go for water?  NO WAY!  Tequila and a Beer.  After all, it's FATHERS DAY.

After I clean up, I had me another.

At this point, I call the "Point of Bifurcation" I realize that Monday morning will come quick, so I better back off the throttles and return all the bottles.

Regardless, it could have been an EPIC evening, but I shut it down too late and not enough hydration.  So little that I got to the gym this morning and began my max effort Bench and could feel all the things that preclude me to yoking a pec.

I shut it down early, and put on a Sling Shot just to get more reps and build a bit of volume without the worry of yet another stupid ding.

Here:

BB Overhead Press: 10x12x55

5 RM Bench: got up to 275 for three sets of the five I wanted to do of  5 reps.

DB Lateral Raise: 4x12x30 with a much slower deceleration.

Cable Cross Over: 4x12x50

Rear Delt Raise w/ Kettle Bells: 2x15x18 with a slow deceleration

Got REAL busy coaching, then just fell out of the mind set to finish with shrugs and neck.

I'll do that tomorrow with Dynamic Legs.