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This summer I had the privilege of traveling to California though our 4-H program. I had just finished volunteering at Texas 4-H Roundup, which is our large statewide conference for workshops, trade shows, competitions and a ton of other stuff. I was the lead newscast youth producer at Roundup (the foundation president gets final say) I directed a "Man on the Street" segment so we could highlight the different personalities and people who had traveled to the conference. It went ok, what we shot was cut from the final edit (it's complicated) so we had to do reshoots the next night.

Later in California, I had much more creative control and took this idea with me. What struck me most was how welcoming the California members were at their 4-H state conference. We did have a few who were nervous, but most were unafraid of expressing themselves. Back in Texas, most people we interviewed acted standoffish or closed off for questions, and everyone had much more fear of being on camera and/or interviews. One hypothesis I have is Texas's conference is heavily competition based, so of course more people are stressed. But generally, people in Texas were noticeably more stressed. The social aspect certainly is contributing. In California, I believe 3 out of the 30-ish people we interviewed had a pride flag on them. In Texas, no one would do that (except me occasionally and one other volunteer). I'm thinking about this because next year I'll be doing this again. How can you improve an interview when everyone has a fear of expressing themselves.



I got a call late yesterday afternoon from a close and dearly beloved friend, "asking" (read: tacit pleading) if I wanted to make some money, and if I could be up at 5am that morning (today). His job is deep fryer cleaning and oil management. Heading into the weekend. (read: A Nightmare.) My job was solely to be his lifting arm for the day. Half the crew are sick/out, and the remaining lot are in various states of shambles; the dear friend calling was in several states of physical injury that would greatly be exacerbated by his work.

This is on the close tail of having helped move two fridges, two washing machines, a three-seater powered couch and two powered recliners, and a chest of drawers, almost entirely by my own hand, a few days prior. I was, in essence, the Last Ditch Effort; the Hail Mary. For his crew, was about to be The First Light of the Fifth Day; Dawn was fast approaching, and he was Looking East.

Of course I said yes. But not (solely) because of the pay. Or helping a friend. Or being able to claim another type of an "Honest Day's Work". These were great things, and I have claimed them.

But really, I jumped at the chance because I was craving that resistance training exercise high. I was having withdrawals for DOMS. o__o

Moving that furniture earlier this week got me intoxicatingly pumped, and I was only just getting over the leg soreness yesterday, so I was almost through it all and back to feeling average. But now? It's baaaaack. I feel like a freight train. My back feels genuinely good. The post-lift swell is so much that my shirt sleeves are tight, and that's fucking wild to me, cuz I'm a chubby baggy-shirt kinda guy. I haven't been able to drag my weights out of the shed yet (can't reach them, car's in the way; can't move the car w/o filling the leaking radiator, etc) so I can't keep up that burn easily right now, and I realised that this would literally be perfect for it, among all the other good reasons.

And it was. I'm home, I'm sore, but it's good sore.

Worth it.


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