March 2015

I am not who or what I used to be. I used to be a nurse. I used to be a teacher. I used to be an administrator. I’m retired. I’m not anything anymore. I just am. I have to define myself on my own terms instead of using external easy nouns. Instead I have to be kind and let people into the line of traffic or helpful and hold the door for someone laden with items. I am still many things, but not a unifying noun.

I used to be a racquetball player and did quite well. I used to win a large majority of games against other women and about half of the games I played against men. I had a wicked Z-shot and a rapid fire low ball serve. I could place my shots. I played hours and hours to get to that point, but I was a decent player.

I have always been a good student. I’m smart. There isn’t any other way to say that. It isn’t bragging. I scored high on standardized tests and did well in school. My GPA is reflective of test scores, but not really effort. It came easy.

I’m not really used to losing over and over and over. I’m not used to being the worst person all the time. I mean, I didn’t used to be. For the last 31 months, I’ve been consistently last. Consistently the worst. Oh, I’m sure that comparison is the thief of joy and all that and I’m comparing myself to people young enough to be my children – or grandchildren. I know all that.

I’ve set a few goals for myself. Something possible. Even for an old fart. Not that I’ve reached them or anything. But I’ve set them.

My goal for 15.5 was to finish under 24 minutes. I picked that number because it was more than three times the demonstration workout’s worst time. Actually 23.5 minutes was three times, but I rounded up. More than three times the worst time. Surely. Surely.

I’ve been crying on and off since Friday morning. I did the damn thing exactly as written. It took me 24 minutes and 23 seconds. My heart rate was consistently high. I had to rest way too often. It was all I could manage to just finish. I wanted to quit before starting the 9 round. Just stop. Everyone else was done and had been. And here was the short-bus-rider still being incompetent.

I’ve been told that not very many women my age could even do that. Apparently I’m not supposed to look and see the hundreds upon hundreds of over 60 year old women who signed up for the Open. Of all those who have so far posted a score (and that number is in the hundreds) there has been one person who did the 55+ women’s scaled version and took longer than me. So I’m not the worst in the whole world. But then again, she might be an 80 year old. Who knows?

All I know is that time after time, I’m disappointed in my results. I’m putting in all the effort I have – at the box. I’m not really doing anything here at home to improve my performance. I sit too much. I eat dirty too often. I don’t mobilize enough.

Last week we did Fight Gone Bad. This is the third time I’ve done it and my score was better than the last time AND I used more weight and a higher box. And I was the lowest score on the white board. I was the only over 60 year old on the white board. I’ve improved greatly over the 31 months I’ve been doing this. I can go either way as I talk to myself about CrossFit. Mostly, though, I feel like I’m a failure.

There simply is no way my aging body can keep up with the younger me that lives inside my head. I was an athlete who actually finished (and won) a racquetball game AFTER I broke my ankle. And now? Now, I just am the old fart at the box. Like the handicapped kid who gets to be the team mascot. I’m encouraged and cheered. And I’m always last. The worst. Just hanging out with the real folks while I pretend.



My recovery from my Friday workout was much easier than I thought it would be. I had been so sore going in, I figured I would just be lucky to be able to brush my teeth later and combing my hair would be out of the question. Instead, the workout loosened up all that bad stuff and I was able to move my arms with full range of motion painlessly by Saturday morning.

The weekend was nice. We met friends for dinner on Saturday and had a lovely time and Sunday was quiet. I was ready to get back to the box this morning.

When I looked at the WOD, I knew something had to be done because what was written was out of the question. I vacillated between solutions.

We had a visitor from Connecticut there this morning. Erica and I had Kim as a coach. Kim and 11 friends had completed a 206 mile relay run from Columbia to Charleston on Friday/Saturday and she was still recovering from that. Her sleep deprivation was causing her the most trouble. But the dozen women made the run and no one was hurt. Always a good a thing.

We began with a warm-up row, mostly because it was spitting rain outside. I picked a rower that didn’t want to turn the screen on. I decided I would just row for the same amount of time as Erica. We determined that the rower had been sitting under where the roof leaks and water had dripped inside the little monitor casing. So after I was finished, Kim took out the batteries and left it open to dry out. Hopefully it wasn’t harmed.

We did a bunch of other stuff and then were declared warm. It is interesting to see what other people know and don’t know because of what their gyms do and don’t do. Erica had never done a couch sit before. I love that stretch.

Today’s WOD as written:
5×5 back squat moderate weight
18 minute AMRAP
60 cal row
50 burpees
40 box jumps
30 thruster @45%
20 pistol. Go as low as you can or to box

When I first looked at this, I was miffed. If you can tell me what percentage to use for one move, why not the other? What the hell is a moderate weight? Is that 75% or 50% or what? That’s not a difficult thing to simply state. One person’s moderate is another person’s heavy. Precision isn’t really tricky.

It was the first question I had. What was a moderate weight? I was thinking 75% but Kim said between 50 and 60%. So I went with 62# which is 60% and did my five sets with that. I put on my odd shoe to even myself out. I asked Kim to watch my knee and it wasn’t falling in. Maybe I finally have my muscle memory helping me with “knees out” on my squats.

I decided it was more important to not hurt my shins than it was to even out on the thrusters. I put matching shoes back on for the rest of the day. I did put a 2.5# plate under my short leg and went with that solution.

My two possible solutions to this WOD was to either do half, or do rounds at 20%. I wasn’t sure of the best way to manage this since I didn’t want to just row and do burpees. I figured I might get to the box jumps, maybe, if I did it was written. But I wasn’t sure exactly how much to cut off. If I did it in five rounds, sort of like Murph when you break it into rounds, I would get all the moves in and see how far I could get.

That’s finally what I chose. So my reps were 12, 10, 8, 6, and 4 and then repeat. I was hoping to get into the third round before the time was up, but at least I would be able to get a chance to work on all the moves. I looked up my one rep max thruster and it was 52# so I just used the 22# bar. I really jumped but just to the 12” box. I walked the burpees in and out and I had to hold on to the rack to do a pistol.

On the first round, I smacked myself in the chin with the bar on the fourth or fifth thruster. You aren’t supposed to do that. No blood, and I didn’t bite my tongue or anything. It was a light bar. I did not do it again because I’m not that stupid.

My heart rate was consistently high. I would work as much as I could, box breathe for a bit and get back to work. There were three minutes left as I was doing the burpees on the third round. I was thinking this was all the farther I would get and I still had time. I also had a heart rate of 170. I somehow managed to eke out the rest of the round and get back to the rower and begin the fourth round. I only got to one calorie, but it was more than I thought I was going to get. So my score was 121 reps. The entire rep scheme was 200 reps so I could have cut it in half and made it through and then started the next round, but I didn’t know that before starting.

It was more fun than I thought it would be and I’m glad I put it into rounds. I wanted to do all the moves included. I hope I don’t have a bruise, but if so, that’s just the life of a wild woman. An old wild woman.


I have no idea what part of Wednesday’s WOD killed my arms, but it could have been any or all of it together. All I really know is that I hurt. My arms hurt, my chest hurt, my legs hurt slightly. Mostly, it was my arms/chest. I couldn’t even get my arms all the way overhead. Thankfully, I already had a massage scheduled and Jeremy was able to fix much of what was wrong. But I was still stiff and sore when I read what was on the menu for today.

I waited for the CrossFit Open to air and find out what 15.4 was going to be. I was thinking the sub of choice for a handstand push-up would be a push-up, but when I read what the scaled version was, I was both relieved and chagrined. I was so sore, I was pretty sure any push-ups were going to be beyond me and so I was relieved that the scaled version did not have them. But … the weight was possible and tempting. I could. But not for long. I would get more reps at a lower weight. I could do the weight as written. I hate getting such low reps. I need to raise the weight to improve. All night I went back and forth like this.

I could. It would be hard. I did not sign up for the open. This was just a WOD. I always scale. I’m a weenie. I don’t have to do anything. I hate being a weenie. But it would be hard. It’s supposed to be hard. That’s what makes it remarkable.

I got there and there were cars all over the parking lot. I looked at the clock to make sure I hadn’t messed up. Then I remembered the 200 mile relay race the Kettle Belles were running and figured a bunch of people parked here and then rode together to Columbia where the race started. Then I walked in and I was not the only person there. Amazing. Not only was there someone else. There were lots of somebody elses. Kat was there and so was Sherry and her daughter, Madelyn. And me. And Betsy was coaching.

We warmed up for a long time because we had the time to do so. My arms were loosening up and I felt a bit better. Then it was time to set up.

Today’s WOD as written:
Scaled Masters 55+
Complete as many rounds and reps as possible in 8 minutes of:
10 push presses
10 cleans
Men push press 65 lb. and clean 75 lb.
Women push press 45 lb. and clean 55 lb.

Did I want to fail in front of other people? What made me think I would fail. I could do this. Not fast and not for long, but I could do this. I have the power. I’ve been at this long enough I could manage this.

At the beginning of the Open, there was a codicil about metric bars. If your gym has kilos instead of pounds, they count. But, the 22# bar with ten pound plates was only 42 and that seemed a bit like cheating. So I grabbed the personal weights from the guy who has his stuff stored there and added another 1# to each side so my bar was 44# but the right height from the ground for easier lifting.

And then I had another bar to set up. Which direction? Who was really going to be watching me? Everyone else was going to be very busy doing their own crap. I would succeed or not all on my own. I could, but only if I took the chance and tried. I set up a 55# (ish) bar with our 33# bar and ten pound plates. I tested it. I could manage. Not much, but I could.

Time began and I push pressed with the 45# and got to 8 before I had to rest. I got the last two and then did box breathing and began with the cleans. I did 4-3-3 and the time was nearly half gone. But I had one complete round which was my entire goal. I was hoping to get into the second round.

I did the push press half and half and then there wasn’t much time left. I had to get the cleans. I managed four and figured I could get another one and did. I panted for a few seconds and got two more. I panted there, holding onto the bar for support and then went and got one more. I did that again a couple times and got done with round two with eight seconds on the clock. My heart rate was 176 and I did not feel stable enough to try for one or two push press. I got farther than I thought I would.

And I used the weight as written. As written. I never get to say that unless it is just rowing. But today …


We went out to breakfast yesterday and I asked neighbors if they were having any issues with the pollen. It seems we are not alone in this house and the pollen is wreaking havoc and making things run amok everywhere. There is exceptionally high pollen counts right now which should be falling. I’m happy to know it isn’t a disease and that it is just pollen. I’m unhappy to know it is pollen because there is going to be lots more before it is over.

I woke up at 5.34 this morning and figured that was ridiculous and so I went back to bed and stayed there for another hour. That was better. I had a short cup of coffee while I waited for it to be time to head to the box. I got ready and headed out.

Having the car inside the garage has been the norm for about 30 years now and I usually am not all that appreciative about it. But since it wasn’t like that Monday, I have to say – I really am a fan. It cost us $675 for a new set of springs and all the trimmings. There was nothing wrong with the garage door itself, nor with the garage door opener. If there had been, the bill would have been higher. So we are thankful for small favors. I must say, this was a very depressing way to blow through that much money. Almost as bad as buying new tires.

But I had a dry car and got to the box without incident. I was the only person there again. Charlie had been at the 6 AM class alone.

I did lots of stuff warming up and was doing fine until we got to bear crawl the mat. I don’t like it ever. But the upside down stuff was really not helping me today. Everything else was pretty much all right.

Today’s WOD as written:
Pendlay rows 5-5-5-5-5
10 power cleans (96/65)
8 chest to bar
4 single arm rows (4 each)

When I looked at this, I began doing math to try to figure out how to make this work for me. The Pendlay rows were okay, mathwise. I knew I failed at 57# last time and so I wanted to get to that weight this time and see if I could hold my butt still and keep my chest still while I did the five lifts. I began at 32# and went 42, 47, 52, 57 and managed all them without a problem. So that was good.

Then the math of the rounds for time. There was just no good way to get to a number that made sense. I was struggling with all the math stuff when it dawned on me that I could just do 3 rounds and not worry about the reps within the rounds.

The weight looked pretty low for the cleans and Kim said it was. So I used a 33# bar on some parallettes. I used a 2” band for the chest to bar and hoped I got higher than my chin over the bar on most of the pulls. With the bear crawl, I learned that upside down was not going to be a good thing to do today. I put a bar low on the rack and did push-ups from there. I was thinking this was something with a rower, but these single arms were ring rows. I didn’t have much of an angle, but I managed them.

I began with a low enough heart rate that I could get all ten cleans done and had them finished in 33 seconds. Then it was all downhill from there. I had a heart rate of 160 when I finished the cleans so did box breathing and got it down to 148. Usually, I can manage 8 pull-ups like that. I had told myself it was only 24 pull-ups total and I could manage it, but I was already struggling after 3. I had to pause, regroup, and then finished them. My heart rate was too high after each move and I would box breathe for a while and then get to work on the next thing.

I was fairly certain I couldn’t just do ten cleans on the following rounds, but I did get in five, do two deep breaths, and do the other five. The second set of chest to bar went fairly well and I managed them with a bit of finesse and Kim said they looked much better than the first set. I got the rest of the round done.

I was back to cleans and again managed them in five and five with just a pause for two deep breaths in the middle. Then I simply fell apart on the chest to bar. The pulls are harder than just for a pull-up and each one made my brain shake inside my head. I got four done and had to stop and regroup. I got three done and had to stop to regroup. I finished the last one and it was pitiful. I sat down and tried to remember how much of a mess puking makes. I got my head/stomach settled enough to do the push-ups and then had to remember again why puking is so horrible. I finished the ring rows and it was 13.46.

On a better day, I would have gone from push-ups to ring rows and just finished them out, but with a heart rate of 165 I was so dizzy I could barely stand up straight. I’m hoping this is all pollen related. I did better today than Monday and I hope Friday is even better.

I had to sit and just remember to not puke for a while. My plan had been to go to the grocery store one block away after this. I decided I would buy some lunchmeat and have them give me a couple slices before they closed up the bag. I washed my hands and got ready to leave. As Kim was going to lock the door, I panicked. I needed my purse to go grocery shopping. Kim helpfully pointed out that it was on my shoulder. Whoops.

I did manage to grocery shop and the couple slices of ham helped get me through the store. I still had my bacon and eggs when I got home. I’m feeling better and ready to try again on Friday.


We both woke up not feeling our very best yesterday morning. We were dizzy and vaguely nauseated. Nothing too bad as long as we stayed mostly still. As the day wore on, we both got better. We cannot figure out what caused this malady. We only eat the same thing at dinner and our dinner the night before was fine. Perhaps we picked up something on vacation.

Our big excitement yesterday was that the garage door broke. Both cars were in the garage at the time. We lifted the garage door using muscle power and it was difficult since it seems the springs are what is broke. I really did my part in that. Then we tried getting the door reattached to the opener and it worked to lower the door, but not to raise it. So we had to pick the damn thing up again. We then moved the cars out of the garage.

I woke up this morning all dizzy again, but after a cup of coffee, I was feeling better. I knew this WOD was a killer for me. I would have to drop the weights and the reps to even sort of manage the damn thing. Perhaps I was just trying to weenie out of a difficult workout. But I go to the box on Monday. Also, I bought special St. Patrick’s Day socks and today was the day to wear them since I don’t go to the gym on Tuesday.

When my alarm finally went off, I was feeling pretty good so I finished getting ready and headed for the box. I forgot what having a car sitting outside is like. It was all covered in dew. It took until I was out of the neighborhood for me to stop having to use the wipers to be able to see out. Someone is coming today and hopefully they can fix the garage door. I was not a fan of this nonsense.

I was the only person there and Kim was coaching. I went on a little run and felt okay. I was to do five squats, lunge down the mat, five squats. I managed okay and tried to concentrate on knees out on the lunges. I did some leg swings and then I did two rounds of five push-ups and ten kettlebell swings. And by the end of that I was dizzy, the room was spinning, and I felt awful.

The up and down of the kettlebell swings did me in. If that was the case, thrusters were going to kill me. I really didn’t want to pass out with weight overhead. I tried a thruster with just a PVC pipe and that felt horrible.

But on vacation, I not only spent too much money, I ate too many calories. I’m too fat right now to not work out.

Today’s WOD as written:
20 min emom

1st min 8 thruster 40-55 95/65 55 plus 75/ 55
2nd min 8 OTB burpees
5 rounds
Row 20 calories
Rest 2 min

My legs were hurting from last week’s thrusters, but I didn’t have to stick to that weight. But the up and down, which even on the best of days makes me dizzy, wasn’t helping me at all today. I opted to just do the row.

I usually drop this and do 80% or 16 calories, but since I wasn’t doing anything else, I did the entire row. I rowed, rested, rowed, etc. I am not really a fan of rowing. It is like running only sitting down – and I can go longer. But it is tedious.

I did it anyway. I finished the 100 calories in 9.45 of actual rowing time which is a long time but what else was I going to do? By the time I was done, I staggered to the bathroom and hoped I wasn’t going to throw up. My head was spinning, the room was moving around me. I got myself calmed down a bit.

After I felt good enough, I drove home. I can’t figure out what is wrong with me. If I sit still, I feel fine. If I move, I get dizzy. Sitting in the car and driving wasn’t a problem at all, but walking into the house was enough to make my head spin some more. Usually, I’m starving after working out. I realize I didn’t really work out this morning, but I wasn’t hungry and the thought of food was off-putting.

I’m hoping that as I write this, I’m giving my head enough rest so that I can take a shower without hurting myself. What an exciting life I lead.


We went to Myrtle Beach for three days/two nights. We didn’t realize it was Spring Break time and there were lots of college kids having a good time which, for reasons that are inexplicable, entails lots of shouting or actual screaming. It also includes fireworks after the bars close. That part was really annoying. Everything else was kinda fun. It made for great people watching. And the kids were nice to the old farts when we came in contact with them.

We went to two different outlet malls while there and we spent lots of money and returned with the trunk crammed full. We walked on the beach in the afternoon fog – I didn’t even know there was such a thing. We ate lots of foods which I normally shun. I feel guilty about the spending and bad eating and too many calories.

I also missed my Wednesday workout while indulging in all the bad food. I ran out of protein drink on Monday and started a new bag today. It doesn’t have fats included in it so I tried adding coconut oil while blending. Don’t do this. It’s not a good a idea. I will have to just eat some peanut butter or something.

Last night, they were at the box watching for the announcement of 15.3. I was not there. I was home and unpacked and happily sitting in my favorite chair. There was no WOD posted but I assumed it was going to be 15.3 and so I went and looked at it. There is still no WOD posted, but it was 15.3.

I was the only person there and Betsy had me doing this and that to get warmed up. I got warm and then it was time to tackle this thing.

Today’s WOD as written:
Scaled Masters

14 minute AMRAP

Complete as many rounds and reps as possible in 14 minutes of:
50 wall-ball shots
200 single-unders
Men use 14-lb. ball to 9 feet, Women use 10-lb. ball to 9 feet

Old men get to drop the weight on the ball and shoot to a lower mark. Women don’t. I did anyway. I’m not in the Open. I’m just doing a WOD. I shot to an 8 foot mark.

It was as horrible as I figured it would be. Because I began with a low heart rate, I could get 15 wall balls done. Then I did them in sets of 10 for the next two rounds. Then I had a funny amount left, so I did 8 and then 7 and then I was finally finished. I had used almost 5 minutes of my time.

I got 100 jumps done and had to rest. I got my heart rate back down and did 70 and had to rest. I got the last 30 done with missing two or three jumps in there.

Then I had to do more wall balls. I figured I would do 8 the first set and then do the rest in groups of 7. My heart rate was consistently going to low 170s with the wall balls and it was taking me what seemed like an incredibly long time to bring it back down. As time ran down I just worked as much as I could and ended with 45 wall balls as time was called.

I can’t say I really liked anything about this. Except that it is over. As I was leaving, I wanted to see what time it was and as I hit my watch to go from heart rate to time, it made a funny sound. The battery had died. I’m so glad that didn’t happen while I was working. I need to know when it is safe to get back up and moving. If I go too soon, I don’t get enough reps in to make the rest worthwhile. If I wait too long, I’ve wasted too much time.

Now I’m back to my regularly scheduled life. And although I have vowed to not shop for a while, I have to go and get a new battery. My life depends on it.


We went to Hilton Head on Friday to see Frankie perform in Peter Pan, Jr. She was adorable in the chorus of fairies and Indians. We went out to dinner after the performance and then spent the night in Hilton Head. We got home after doing some shopping at their outlet mall.

On Sunday, we went for an hour hike in a county park woods. It was a perfect day with sun filtering through the trees, a light breeze and temperatures in the low 70s. Then we went out for ice cream which was delicious.

I looked at the WOD last night and it wasn’t there. I figured it was the time change and so I looked at 9 PM and it still wasn’t there. I gave up and figured someone would tell me what to do when I got to the box. When I awoke before dawn today, but too late to hit an earlier class, I got myself a cup of coffee and looked and there was a WOD posted.

Leslie was there with me this morning and Kim was coaching. It was ⁰F 48 when I left the house. I had selected what I thought to be an appropriate outfit for the conditions. I was wrong.

Warm-up began with a run and I did my 200 meters without dying or beeping, but close. Then we did a number of other things and were finally declared warm. We went to the white board to discuss the day.

The 5 AM class found there was too much on the board. They didn’t have time to do both part A and part B so they just did A. The 6 AM class opted to cut the rounds on part A and also get to do part B. It was our choice which we would prefer to do. I just like people to boss me around because if left to my own devices, I will weenie out far too often. I’m not doing the things I would like to be able to do because I haven’t put in the work or the effort. I talk myself into wimping out often. Leslie wanted to do all of part A and so it was decided I would do the same thing.

Today’s WOD as written:

6 rounds of
20 cal row
10 hspu
10 thruster (95/65)
50 DU’s
Rest 2 min
6 sets 3 front squats at 75%

First thing I did was cut the rep scheme to 80% and did 16 calories, 8 HSPU and 8 thrusters and I used a 42# bar. I did 40 single unders and didn’t bother doubling them up.

It took Gabe 35 minutes and Paul used up 34 something. This wasn’t looking good. But I was sure they did it RX and so maybe I had a slim chance. I discussed the weight option on the thrusters. 42# is really heavy for me overhead, so I had a weenie option 33# bar available. I did the HSPU sub from a 20” box and had one abmat on the floor.

With a heavy heart, I was as ready as I could get and the time started. Rowing is always possible and tedious. My heart rate goes high, but I can just row slower until I get it back down. It wasn’t too bad on the first round and I could go into the HSPU sub without stopping. I rested to get a heart rate down to 149. Then the thrusters. I would have to do them four and four. I got half done and a heart rate of 170. I waited for my heart rate to come down and did the last 4 and again had a heart rate of 170. I had to wait to jump rope. When I got to 159, I started. I got them done and went back to the rower.

As I rowed I started to make deals with myself. That was really heavy on the thrusters. I could use the bare 33# bar for the next round and it would be easier. Of course it would be easier, there was less weight. But I managed the 42# bar and I should use the weight I could do. It wasn’t going to kill me to do the 42# bar again. Maybe I could do one more round and then switch to the lighter bar. I had finally decided to stick with the 42# bar by the end of my row and so I finished out the round.

I did the same wait and work my ass off and wait and work my ass off crap just like the round before. I was melting. Sweat drops were running off my nose and making a cute pattern on the floor as I did my box breathing and it was annoying me no end. On the way over to the rower, I ripped off my short sleeved shirt.

This is one of the advantages of old age. I don’t care what I look like and neither does anyone else. And because I can, my sports bra always matches my pants anyway. So there I was, only a slight bit cooler but at least it was something.

I bargained with myself while I rowed again and decided that I would do half the rounds with the 42# bar and got through the rest of the round the same way I had before. Then back to the rower. Did I really need to drop the weight? I had done three rounds and I still had the energy to make it. Why was I going to weenie out? I had this. I had done it already. I knew I could do it. Easier wasn’t going to help anything. I stuck with the 42# bar.

The much younger woman was a whole round ahead of my by this point. As I began round five, I was dying. Sweat was running everywhere. My heart rate was consistently going to 170, back to 149, up to 170. Time was marching on. Leslie was finished with round six as I finished round five’s HSPU. I sat on the edge of the box and breathed. I felt like puking. It was already around 30 minutes of work. I really didn’t feel good. There was a 33# bar sitting there.

As I sat there, I decided that I really only had five rounds in me. That was all I could do and not puke. But, I would be damned if on this last round I switched to a lighter bar. If I could do four, I could do five. So I used the 42# bar, got them done with the last one really pitiful. Then I jumped the rope and finished in 33.17. I honestly did not have another 6.5 minutes of work left in me and the hour of class time was almost up.

I’m so glad I didn’t pick up the lighter bar. I might have been able to get six rounds in. The thrusters were the hardest part for me. With five rounds, I did 40 reps at 42# or threw 1680 overhead. If I had used the 33# bar and done six round or 48 reps, I would have thrown 1584 overhead. It would have been easier and less weight. And I stuck with the higher weight anyway.


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