My resting heart rate is now at about 54 beats a minute, which could be better, but is not bad at all for a slightly doughy, pale, desk-bound academic.
I'd eventually like to push my bench press up to 220 pounds, i.e., about forty pounds heavier than I'm benching now. Why 220? Well, that's the weight of the bar plus two forty-fives on each side. The level of ego boost from that would be very nice indeed.
The only thing that might stop me is that crap in my life can often come up that gets me behind in my schedule of lifting or makes me miss more than two weeks, which often causes me to go right back to a lower weight. If I can actually keep up my schedule, and increase weight every three weeks or so, I could conceivably be at my goal of two plates on each end by the end of next fall. And that, my friends, would be awesome.
Since this is a post that does reveal me as vain, but doesn't really compromise any personal information, I'll even do it without the friends' lock.