Ok. A first blog post. Something to maybe get me in the habit. First the facts. Just got home from the gym. Still marinating a little.
Stronglifts 5x5 Session 18, Workout B.
Weigh In: 171.
Squats @ 130 - 5x5. No sweat once I got my head together and focused on form.
Overhead Press @ 85 - 5,5,4,4,4. My first FAILURES. Hardly surprising since I was having trouble pushing this weight before I left for Thailand. Evs. I'll do better on Saturday.
Knees-to-chest/Kip-Ups - 3x10. Right shoulder felt like absolute shit. Time to get the thera band out again.
Deadlift @ 175 - 1x5. No big deal. Did 8, because I felt sloppy after the first 5. I really wish I had a workout partner to be checking my form, and taking a camera to the gym and posting a video to a muscle website just seems too douchey. That said - which alternative is stupider? I could embarass myself and film myself working out in a gym full of old people, or I could embarass myself by injuring myself with bad form in a gym full of old people.
I like the old people though. I don't think they know what to think of me. Some 30 year old whipper snapper who comes breezing in to their gym as they're getting off the bus. Each one of them is a reminder not to take my body for granted though.
I still wonder what I'm doing here. I mean, I remember the moment I decided that I was going to join this site, but I don't know what I expected to get out of it. I can't even claim it was a hormonal impulse based on lust. I didn't even join this site when I was having a sexual relationship with someone who used to be on it. But that picture. I look at that picture, and I don't feel lust. There's a pull, certainly. Something that gnaws in my guts and says, "That look. The minute someone turns that look on you, you're dead. You will become theirs forever." Let's be clear here, I know it's not going to be that girl. I never had a delusion that said "Join that site, tell her you love her, and you can be together." but apparently at some point, enough synapses connected to say, "but maybe you can find her here in the community. Maybe you can meet people who know her or will know her." and the rational doubting portion of my brain wasn't paying enough attention to keep me from taking out my credit card.
So far though. People are people. We have a common interest in women who enjoy looking a certain way, and otherwise we're incredibly different, a community of cliques within micro-communities, and I feel like I should have known better. Will I really find community based on something so shallow?
Stronglifts 5x5 Session 18, Workout B.
Weigh In: 171.
Squats @ 130 - 5x5. No sweat once I got my head together and focused on form.
Overhead Press @ 85 - 5,5,4,4,4. My first FAILURES. Hardly surprising since I was having trouble pushing this weight before I left for Thailand. Evs. I'll do better on Saturday.
Knees-to-chest/Kip-Ups - 3x10. Right shoulder felt like absolute shit. Time to get the thera band out again.
Deadlift @ 175 - 1x5. No big deal. Did 8, because I felt sloppy after the first 5. I really wish I had a workout partner to be checking my form, and taking a camera to the gym and posting a video to a muscle website just seems too douchey. That said - which alternative is stupider? I could embarass myself and film myself working out in a gym full of old people, or I could embarass myself by injuring myself with bad form in a gym full of old people.
I like the old people though. I don't think they know what to think of me. Some 30 year old whipper snapper who comes breezing in to their gym as they're getting off the bus. Each one of them is a reminder not to take my body for granted though.
I still wonder what I'm doing here. I mean, I remember the moment I decided that I was going to join this site, but I don't know what I expected to get out of it. I can't even claim it was a hormonal impulse based on lust. I didn't even join this site when I was having a sexual relationship with someone who used to be on it. But that picture. I look at that picture, and I don't feel lust. There's a pull, certainly. Something that gnaws in my guts and says, "That look. The minute someone turns that look on you, you're dead. You will become theirs forever." Let's be clear here, I know it's not going to be that girl. I never had a delusion that said "Join that site, tell her you love her, and you can be together." but apparently at some point, enough synapses connected to say, "but maybe you can find her here in the community. Maybe you can meet people who know her or will know her." and the rational doubting portion of my brain wasn't paying enough attention to keep me from taking out my credit card.
So far though. People are people. We have a common interest in women who enjoy looking a certain way, and otherwise we're incredibly different, a community of cliques within micro-communities, and I feel like I should have known better. Will I really find community based on something so shallow?
PS...welcometo SG!