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Butt Now What
Feb. 1st, 2007 01:25 pmHere I am, post workout, drinking my protein shake and having massive social cravings. But not normal social cravings. I don't want to just sit and talk. I want to DO something. Preferably something crazy and strenuous, like go playing tag in the ice and snow, having a dogsled race, riding a gas-powered pogo stick, or beating the crap out of one another with pillows in a battle royale. Heck, I kind of want to try to beat someone up. Think I should go to a bar and try to start a fight? I've watch Bas Rutten's videos. I'm prepared!
These things just aren't going to happen.
However, I'm finally starting t'ai chi chu'an again tonight. It's old Yang style, if I remember correctly, with emphasis on the martial aspects. Please, god of fitness, don't let it be an old people in the park style of tai chi class. Let it be something rigourous.
The funny thing is, the gym mostly kicked my arse today. I was lifting more weights than I've done in a while, and had some serious shimmies going on for a few lifts. Hell, by the time I got to doing isometric stuff like planks and side wedges (doing a half-ased one here), I could barely hold myself upright, and wedges have pretty much always been a cinch for me.
I also chanced to see a woman working out close to me. She has the most fantastic arms and shoulders, the kind of musculature and definition I aspire to gain for myself. I was going to compliment her on how her obviously hard work had paid off, but she left before I finished my sets. I hope I see her again. She is seriously bitchin'.
A couple of mildly odd things have happened over the last while. The other day, the owner of one of the gyms where I teach dance told me she considers me to be her poster child for abs. I guess I'm flattered, but really, I work out with women who have much better definition than I have. I sincerely doubt they'll ever be flat. So why me? Why my abs? They're not too shabby, but really, my glutes are far superior. Although I may have webbed toes, frizzy hair, and a hairy, zit-encrusted chin (so very sexy), I am also one helluva callipygian, pimples notwithstanding.
And then, last night, I was identified from across a busy club by my "distinctive posture." I'm still not entirely sure what that means. I do know I stand up nice and straight and tall, but so do plenty of other people.
In other news, the Christmas-induced belly pudge is finally melting off. My weight is back to what it was before Christmas, and my muscles are coming back. Could it be that my body is listening to me again? Or maybe I'm just listening to it....
...
The cable guy just showed up. At least I'm not nekkid, this time.
These things just aren't going to happen.
However, I'm finally starting t'ai chi chu'an again tonight. It's old Yang style, if I remember correctly, with emphasis on the martial aspects. Please, god of fitness, don't let it be an old people in the park style of tai chi class. Let it be something rigourous.
The funny thing is, the gym mostly kicked my arse today. I was lifting more weights than I've done in a while, and had some serious shimmies going on for a few lifts. Hell, by the time I got to doing isometric stuff like planks and side wedges (doing a half-ased one here), I could barely hold myself upright, and wedges have pretty much always been a cinch for me.
I also chanced to see a woman working out close to me. She has the most fantastic arms and shoulders, the kind of musculature and definition I aspire to gain for myself. I was going to compliment her on how her obviously hard work had paid off, but she left before I finished my sets. I hope I see her again. She is seriously bitchin'.
A couple of mildly odd things have happened over the last while. The other day, the owner of one of the gyms where I teach dance told me she considers me to be her poster child for abs. I guess I'm flattered, but really, I work out with women who have much better definition than I have. I sincerely doubt they'll ever be flat. So why me? Why my abs? They're not too shabby, but really, my glutes are far superior. Although I may have webbed toes, frizzy hair, and a hairy, zit-encrusted chin (so very sexy), I am also one helluva callipygian, pimples notwithstanding.
And then, last night, I was identified from across a busy club by my "distinctive posture." I'm still not entirely sure what that means. I do know I stand up nice and straight and tall, but so do plenty of other people.
In other news, the Christmas-induced belly pudge is finally melting off. My weight is back to what it was before Christmas, and my muscles are coming back. Could it be that my body is listening to me again? Or maybe I'm just listening to it....
...
The cable guy just showed up. At least I'm not nekkid, this time.
