Friday, February 01, 2013
Abs are sore, as expected, but not really that bad, considering. In a way, it’s nice, proof of concept that abdominal muscles do exist, under that flab
Blog title isn’t due to any spectacular flameout on my part, but rather another BLC inspired thought. This weekend’s 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, I’ve been posting whatever comes to mind, and what came to mind last night was a song called the “Toxic Waltz,” 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 I’m posting is a bit off the wall, and…you guessed it…I 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 ‘Hollywood Metal’, 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. I’ll watch the Super Bowl, I suppose, but I don’t really care about it this year. I’m far more interested in the #1 Michigan vs #3 Indiana college basketball showdown tomorrow. Hopefully, my alma mater’s 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.
This blog brought to you by Led Zeppelin, "Ramble On"
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Title from Echolyn - “Settled Land”
I set some very modest goals for this BLC 21 challenge. In my post from January 6, just 23 days ago, I said that over the next 12-13 weeks, I'd get the weight down to 175, that I'd do 20 minutes a day of exercise, and that I'd do 10 squats and 10 lunges a day. Well, I'm not doing so hot at reaching those goals. The lunges, especially, are faltering, as I might do them twice a week. The squats, they occur more frequently, but it's not a daily occurrence. And while I'm getting exercise regularly, I've taken the last two Wednesdays completely off, failing to do a lick of exercise on the 16th or 23rd. That fact will probably force my brain to move my feet at some point today. Not sure in what direction, or in what motion.
But...there's a big but here. Two weeks into the official portion of challenge, I'm seriously challenging the goal weight I set in the first week of January. It won't happen tomorrow, I might not get there next week, but at the current pace, I’ll get to the 12 week goal in about four weeks. Of course, that doesn’t mean that the current pace will continue, nor that I won’t bounce in the wrong direction, as I have a habit of doing. But it means that there’s an off chance that I might be doing something right, even as I biff on what I’d intended to do.
Not sure whether to be heartened or annoyed by this dichotomy, so I’ll go with the first option. Plenty enough to be annoyed with otherwise.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
thunder and lightning galore
wet shoes are no fun
Yeah, that's all I've got for poetry.
Hit the library today and grabbed some books to read. "I love you Beth Cooper" was one, partly because the title sounded like something that I thought they made a movie out of a while back, and because 5 lines into the book, 4 people may have died, and I was laughing out loud. Turns out it is a movie, as per the google. Given the 14% rating for the movie on Rotten Tomatoes, here's hoping the book is a lot better than what people thought of the movie. The other book was from the guy who went undercover into the mafia as Donnie Brasco, a tale that I knew did get made into a movie, since, well, I've seen the flick.
Caught a massive downpour on the way back from the library, en route to the gym, and was fortunate to watch where I stepped on the way out of my car. The spot where I'd normally step to get out of the car was a spot a new river had chosen to flow. Fortunately, that particular temporary body of water was a narrow affair, affording me plenty of room to step safely around it. I went into the gym with a thought that I'd run a bit, since it had been a week since I'd wogged. It didn't happen, as I ended up playing pickleball for a couple of hours, and tweaked a knee near the end of that time. Bit annoying how very inconsistent I am, but then again, having played all of 6 times, perhaps I should give myself a bit of time?
Now, when I say I haven't wogged at all in a week, that's technically true, but yesterday, I did manage to run a half mile at a stretch, and I did it in 4:46, a very surprising figure. Of course, it took me about ten minutes to fully catch my breath thereafter. That said, I think I could have pulled off another couple of laps (another 1/3rd mile) at or near that clip. Tonight, I saw an ad on line for a local 5k, and I actually considered it for a few seconds. Not anywhere near there yet, but...
On the way out of the gym, I went back to where I'd parked. Though it was pretty raining at a decent clip, the the river had abated somewhat. Unfortunately, my driver's side door has a busted lock, such that in order to open it when it is locked, I need to go to the passenger side door, unlock that, reach over and unlock my driver's side door, and then wander back to the driver's side to open the door. Guess where that river led? Not only did it flow exactly where you're thinking, it had formed a lake on the passenger side of my vehicle. Let's just say this wasn't a narrow, easily fordable lake. A couple steps in, a couple steps out, and the result was a soaked sneaker. But just one; the left shoe, no more than inches away the whole time, miraculously remained dry.
Hoping that sucker dries by tomorrow, as I think I owe myself a few laps.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Short answer: heck yeah it is. Funny thing, it took me a while to recognize it as such, and then only after reading about Emma’s (emmaekay) Zumba adventures. She mentioned needing to Macgyver herself a new belt, and I thought about a time, long ago, when…well, let’s just set the scene, shall we?
Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, a moocow…wait, wrong story…it was a light and refreshing morning when our hero (me!) went to the gym. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was Saturday, a whole TWO days ago. I was wearing a well loved pair of sweatpants, so loved that I’d failed to replace the drawstring, which had fallen to the ravages of a washing machine a few months before. Owing perhaps to the shorts worn under the sweats, perhaps due to leaving my wallet in the car, no mishap occurred on the way to the gym. Afterwards, however, afterwards was a slightly different story. Unencumbered by gym shorts removed due to an incident with a water bottle’s wayward cap, and burdened by a wallet and phone in addition to the jingle jangle of my keys, the sweats had a looming date with gravity.
And this encounter would take place, not in the privacy of a vehicle, or within the safe walls of my domicile, but rather in public, at a grocery store. For, you see, I had need of a few sundry items. Of which sun dried raisins were one. In order to procure these items, I ventured directly from the gymnasium to the nearest Kroger store. As I set foot within its hallowed and marshmallowed halls (on sale for 99 cents!) I noticed the weight of the wallet, sadly a weight born not of monetary heft, tugging upon the elastic waistband, dragging it groundward.
It was, then, an entirely good thing that I only had need of those three or four items. It was less of a good thing that those items were widely spaced through the store, and I didn’t know where one of them was located, such that I had to wander a bit until finding a kindly aproned one who could guide my steps. For at each step, the waistband fell a few millimeters. After a dozen or so steps, millimeters were measured in inches. By the time I got to the end of an aisle, I had both hands in my coat pockets, trying to discretely return said waistband to its former heights. The discretionary movements weren’t always so elegantly performed; on occasion, direct action was required, with hopes that no one was looking.
Usually, people walk around with guts sucked in, a pretense at health. That day, the opposite applied, as the belly was pushed out in an effort to make the sweatpants behave.
Those ten minutes inside that grocery store were a hilarious torture. I felt grimy from the exercise, and grungy in those sweats, constantly wondering if anyone was looking at me, and internally laughing my butt off about the absurdity of the situation. I shouldn’t have worried at all, really, as it was a Saturday morning, and I was hardly the only one in sweats, hardly the only one looking as if they were dashing in for a quick pickup, uncaring about what the world thought of them. But hey, when your pants are falling down, you kinda can’t help but freak a bit, y’know?
But in retrospect…that’s a solid nsv right there, since these sweats didn’t previously have this problem. That offending waistband used to stay put, without necessitating hitching up. I’m not sure exactly where the pants misbehaved, as the tape measure professes no major differences below the belt since July. But, I’ll take it, and gladly so.
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