Double ouch.
Double ouch and ersh.
The ersh is the crappy chilli that I ate for lunch. The ouch are my shoulders and back, which I abused mercilessly in the gym yesterday.
Noe, for the last few...or rather...20 years I have taken the semi-intelligent, portly, lazy man's perspective on working out. Self-destruction for vanity just didn't do it for me. Most of the guys that I would watch coming and going from the weightroom from my perch at the smoothie bar were people that I would rather see squished in the machines a la a Jason movie. Why would I want to be a silly meathead.
I hold to my arrogance about the majority of people in the gym, particularly after seeing them up close and personal yesterday, but meatheadedness holds some particular advantages for me. 1.) My family has a history of heart disorder and being fat and lazy has a tendency to elevate such problems. 2.) Women, nearly all of them, are closet sadists. Attraction is relative across cultures and time, but nearly universally women have liked muscles on men...do you know what is required to build said muscles? The fire in my shoulders today attests to the fact that they are evil, but must be pleased. 3.) I'm doing some basket tosses and such in Sing, and I'd like to not drop the poor young lady. 4.) I get to make fun of the other people in the gym. This, sadly, is one of the most enjoyable things about working out.
Today is leg day, so, for the next couple of days I'll be hobbling around campus.
Derailment:
I miss my friends here in Waco. It's kinda funny really. Traci and I communicated more when I was in Russia than we have since I've been in Waco. We're both so busy, even scheduling times to hang have been difficult. Hopefully it'll work out tonight. But I've got Crawford's tacos for dinner, and leg presses afterwards.
~J