Monday, February 04, 2013
Blog title courtesy of the fact that peeking at how many days I've run my water streak up to revealed that I've been on Spark 499 days. Now, if I had more wherewithal, I'd be going over my blog posts and picking and choosing snippets, and ordering them in a chronological mishmash, a la the flick (500) days of summer, which you really need to see if you haven't. But since I'm having an attack of the lazies, I'll just be satisfied with coming up with (or at the least, stealing) the idea, and let it go at that.
Another movie flitted across my consciousness the other day, the flick Pleasantville, where Spider Man watches color infiltrate a black and white world. The ever fertile (or if you'd rather, febrile) brain morphed that into Plateauville, a colorless world that I've more or less been inhabitating for the past two or three months. I guess there's been some movement on the scale here and there, but as expounded upon in previous blogs, the same territory gets hacked through, the weeds of weight growing thick in the mere weeks since last I waded through the same terrain.
One thing I'm cognizant of is the fact that I seem to have lost the easy weight, and the same diet and exercise tricks might not work to eliminate the next 20 pounds. It's an annoying thought because I really have been going to the gym regularly enough since about November, and the diet hasn't been that bad (with occasional exceptions, like the Super Bowl pizza feast last night), engendering that little voice inside my head that worries about gaining weight back, in a form more permanent than a mere salt baby. And yes, I'm totally stealing that term, despite the impossibility of ever getting pregnant as a male or our species.
Just recording the existence of the voice for posterity. Maybe I'll look back in another 500 days and cry about its persistence. Or maybe I'll laugh at it, while being serenaded by the fully colorful denizens the next town past Plateauville.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Well, of course, it isnít Saturday, and obviously, itís not summer out there, but when youíve got a Mark Twain book in your hands (or on the computer, as it were), things do seem a bit brighter and fresher, donít they? Spending this lazy Sunday in the company of one Mr. Tom Sawyer, before heading out to my brotherís house for the Super Bowl. Actually, who am I kidding, itís my nephewís house, and the little princeling just lets his parents stay there out of the goodness of his little 20 month old heart.
As a football fan, Iím not a person who can honestly say he ever watches a game for the commercials, but this year, with these two teams, neither of which I really like, Iíll make that claim. And if a good game happens to occur in between the entertainment, so be it.
Back a few days ago, I flipped on my television and saw an entirely different sort of football, what we west of the Atlantic call soccer. Actually, now that I think about it, Iím not sure what South Americans call it. Maybe west of the Atlantic and north of the Caribbean is more accurate. Anyway, I sat down and watched the Mexican national team play Denmark to a draw, and my mind went back a decade and then two decades, recalling the last times I played soccer with any degree of organization. The earlier stint was when I was still in high school, back in those halcyon days of youth, when I played soccer and tennis for the school. I wasnít particularly good, the whole lack of speed thing that plagues me to this day evident early on. Had a flashback to one particular incident, where Iím convinced that had I remained in a game, rather than being substituted for with a faster player, we would have won the game. You see, the opposing player, had he been facing me, probably would have tried to run past me, and take a better shot. But instead, knowing he was up against a comparable speed, he just took a longer range shot. The random chance taken hit its mark, as our goalie was caught napping. Had I been in there, he may have faced that better shot, but he would have been more ready for it, too, and the flash judgment of my youth hasnít changed in the 20 years hence Ė he would have stopped that shot, and we would have won the game.
The latter soccer playing experience occurred the last summer I spent in the Ann Arbor area before heading out to Madison, when I played in a local league featuring 7 v 7 competition. That was a fun experience, soccer on a slightly smaller scale that full field 11 v 11 action, games that were more interactive for being on the smaller field. I had a decent team, with decent people, and actually played decently scoring a few goals, assisting on a bunch more through the summer.
Other than one intramural season, I haven't played any organized soccer since. A few pick up games here and there have been the extent of my playing over the past, what, 7 or 8 years? Remembering that summer of 2003, and now wondering if that league still exists, if that 7 v 7 action is still available to partake in. And wondering if I'd rather do that than the ultimate frisbee I've played every summer since 2004? I suppose spring has to arrive first, let alone summer, so I have a bit of time before making any such decisions.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Blog title courtesy of Iron Maiden
After a week of no jogging, I tried it again on Thursday. The last time I did, I went 6 laps (half-mile), and Thursday I went 9. Didnít quite finish the mile after that, gave the catching of the breath precedence. So I thought Iíd try again Saturday. Didn't quite make it as far as last time. After two laps walking to start (and this was after an hour and a half of pickleball), I ran six slow laps, walked one, and then ran three more to finish the mile in 12:37. Not horrible, considering that I was trying to go slowly in an effort to be able to run more of the mile. Still a work in progress, obviously. Remains to be seen how much progress gets held back by balky shins and ankles. My legs werenít happy at the conclusion of todayís mile.
Head and neck are a bit whiny, too, not sure if thatís from exercise, the body saying taking a day off, or just normal aches. Could certainly be from watching Michigan-Michigan State hockey, and then Red Wings-Blue jackets hockey before switching over to watching Michigan and Indiana fighting it out for #1 right now. Michigan hasnít had a very good first half, but are within 4 points of the Hoosiers at halftime. A lot sloppier game than Iím used to seeing from either team. Hereís hoping for better in the second half.
Friday, February 01, 2013
Abs are sore, as expected, but not really that bad, considering. In a way, itís nice, proof of concept that abdominal muscles do exist, under that flab
Blog title isnít due to any spectacular flameout on my part, but rather another BLC inspired thought. This weekendís portion of that challenge has a bingo board of mini goals, some accomplished more easily than others. One of the easy ones is to post a GOYBAD (Get off your butt and dance) song to the team message board. As my tastes are usually not geared towards pop or dance music, Iíve been posting whatever comes to mind, and what came to mind last night was a song called the ďToxic Waltz,Ē by Exodus, off their Fabulous Disaster album. The waltz is a dance, right?
I got a bit derailed by what I was actually typing, though. I started saying that, as usual, what Iím posting is a bit off the wall, andÖyou guessed itÖI ended up posting a Michael Jackson song instead.
And yes, this is a juxtaposition that is a possibility when I put the music on my computer in shuffle mode. I think my favorite switch in mood ever occurred when the computer jumped from a band called Rhapsody (which calls itself ĎHollywood Metalí, a term that undersells how wonderfully cheesy those guys are) to Rachmaninoff, which narrowly beats the Yanni to Slayer switch encountered last week.
It's been a rather useless week, and I'm glad enough to have it end. Don't think the weekend will be any more utile, but it could be entertaining. Iíll watch the Super Bowl, I suppose, but I donít really care about it this year. Iím far more interested in the #1 Michigan vs #3 Indiana college basketball showdown tomorrow. Hopefully, my alma materís first trip to the top of the rankings since 1992 extends past a single week!
And now, to get off my butt and eventually get to the gym.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Couple of random thoughts, just to keep alive this silly blog a day streak. I'm getting kind of bored with it, so it'll likely die a natural death soon, but that won't be tonight.
BLC TNT was a PITA, where the "a" stands for Abs. Downloaded a "Daily ab workout" app to my phone when I got it in October 2011. Tried it once, the 5 minute version, and only got about a minute into it before giving up the ghost. Tried it again, I think for the first time since that initial fiasco. I don't actually believe that my core is in any better shape, as I haven't done much in the way of strength training. I mean, after all, I asked for the definition of a "rep" today, whether it required, say, 1 left arm bicep curl and one right arm bicep curl to count as one repetition of a bicep curl. But I did manage to get through that 5 minute workout. Took me more like 15, my form on a couple of the variations (there were ten, including two different ones where the left elbow is supposed to touch the right knee, bicycle crunch or whatever, something my mind can't quite physically figure out, anyway) was probably high comedy, and I'm sure to be sure as crap tomorrow, as I'm sore already, but I did a good few crunchy thingies today.
It seems as though I may be well served in grabbing some smaller dumbbells. All I have is 1 15 pounder, and 1 20 pounder, so that's what I use, right arm 20, left arm 15. It limits however many repetitions I can do, as it might be a tad high (my arms have always been pathetic, my soccer playing legs were where it was it back in the days.) Need to go spelunking down in the basement to see if anything ancient and weighty down there lurks. Otherwise, I might have to go out and grab another 15 (so as to have balance while doing curls, it's really bizarre, even if my right arm is stronger than my left, to feel the different weights on either side), and maybe a tenner for trying out new moves with? I haven't a clue what I'm doing when it comes to ST, so it's kind of a work in pre-progress.
Anyway. No gym tonight, got to 8 pm, and mind went blecch. Trying to decide if I want to go play pickleball tomorrow, or just wait until Saturday to play that. Might be a "wake up, and see what my abs feel like" kind of decision.
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