moldspawn

Vanilla ice. I was on the Q going into Brooklyn and at Dekalb, this white dude hopped on the subway. I thought he Tourette's, epilepsy, or really liked emulating the way Stevie Wonder moves his head. But yeah, his hair reminded me of ice ice baby. It was hilarious because he addressed the black girl next to him and said something along the lines of how black girls are fine and how he loves his G-unit gear on the weekends because that's the time to represent. He was also listening to some music and sort of rapping along and commenting on how he doesn't like white chicks or blondes and how Paris Hilton is ugly (she does look like a drag queen, admit it!). He did amend his commentary to include Asians because I was standing there in my sweaty gym t-shirt (I didn't feel like changing back into my hospital outfit). Meanwhile I was trying so hard not to crack the fuck up because it was hilarious and I was wondering if all the white girls within earshot found the whole situation as funny as me or if they were offended.
I bet they were glad this guy didn't like white girls because he was a freak!

Other than that - no Muay Thai today. I skipped grappling because there's no one my size to work with and I wanted to do some maintenance work on myself. I ran 2.5 miles and then went upstairs to do butt work. I did lunges, 30/leg and then jumped rope for a minute in between each set. I then did squats for a minute then jumped rope for a minute in between each set. I also did jump roping in between each set of bridges with one leg up in the air and then flipping over to hold a 30 second plank then raising up to hold a 30 second push-up position and finishing off with 10 pushups.

After that I jumped on the bike for 30 minutes and then went back up to do my ab workout. I did 6 exercises in a row and threw in tricep dips in between each superset. I did some stuff on a stability ball, some stuff with a medicine ball, and some stuff with some isometric component. Of course, I don't push myself as hard as my crush would push me in her boot camp class...but oh well. Not like the crush thing will ever happen because a) I have a gf, b) it'd be weird to mix personal and workout space c) she's got a girl - another fighter.