Just Another Day in Paradise.

Bench Press - 115 lbs.-135 lbs., 10 reps. 145 lbs., 8 reps. 155 lbs., 4 reps.
Dumbbell Flies - 30 lbs., 20. Then 2 sets of 15 w/ a 1-second Pause.
Skull Crushers supersetted with Close-Grip - EZ Bar + 30 lbs., 3 sets of 12 on both.

"Smith" Bench - 240 lbs., 4 sets of 8.
"Smith" Flies - 80 lbs., 3 sets of 8.
Tricep Overhead Extension - 25 lb. Plate, 4 sets of 15.
Wrist Curls w/ EZ Bar - 3 sets of 30.
Side Bend Abs - 3 sets of 30.

There's a country song by Phil Vassar called "Just Another Day In Paradise." It's about a guy who has all these things go wrong in his day w/ bills not being paid and kids fighting and appliances breaking, and the chorus says "And it's okay, it's so nice. Just another day in paradise. There's no place I'd rather be. Two hearts, one dream. I wouldn't trade it for anything. And I ask the Lord, every night, for just another day in paradise."

This is the point that I'm at right now in my life of training....the differences in personality with me and Adam, the different opinions we have about almost everything in life...but if I could make time stand still right here with another week left with Adam, but the excitement of starting with someone new, without every switching...it'd be 'all good' as they say. I've gone through every scenario I can to try to ease myself into it. If I didn't have a competition in two months, I probably would start slow and go one session a week in Columbiana, and two in Boardman, then cut down to 1 in Boardman....but, that's just not going to cut it for the time I have to prepare.

I'm not a change girl. Almost every decision I've ever made in my life has been based off of the relationships that I had in my life...not my personal goals or things I have going on in my life. People are the most important thing to me. And I hate when I lose them. And I really have a hard time adjusting to new people.

It's funny how the very thing we don't want other people to do to us is what we do to them. I really hate when people stereotype me and assume I want help and can't do things on my own because I'm in a wheelchair. But, when I go somewhere new...it's so hard for me because I stereotype all the new people and assume they are all going to think that way just because they don't know me.

So, I guess the moral of the story is, please keep me in prayer. It's nothing against the new guy....just like when Brent left, it wasn't anything against Adam. It's just that I have a very hard time adjusting to new surroundings and new people. But, I know that I would just be prolonging the inevitable if I didn't switch...trying to make it not happen...which I can say by past experience doesn't work, at all. lol. And I also know that it will be a very good thing in the end, since he has experience in the sport, and and it will make me stronger yet for the ever-lingering possibility that it will have to happen again...we can't assume anything is permanent, no matter how much we want it to be.