Sex-ay!

My inner douchbag is coming out. This morning, I woke up with a soul patch.  It's awesome.  I may have taken a wall ball to the face yesterday and, combined with my newfound ability to bruise like a mofo at the mearest hint of a touch, I now have a purple and red bruise in the middle of my chin.

(Author's soul patch may not quite resemble photo.)

It goes really well with the bruise on my collar bone and legs from the hang power cleans yesterday as well as the gashes on my shin from failed box jumps and the rope burn on the top of my foot.  Kurt says I look like a very fit heroin addict.

Too much fish oil (I need some grass fed meat stat so I can drop my dose down) combined with hard training and general clumsiness...  *sigh*

In other news, I almost got a muscle up last night.  Must work on keeping arms in tight to the body.  Trying again tomorrow.