I must have an affinity for pain. I was supposed to just work the heavybag tonight. I didn’t even touch the thing, as the squat rack whispered sweetly in my ear. It didn’t take much persuasion for me to suddenly stand inside it with my vibrams strapped on, and a bunch of weight on the bar. An hour later, I decided enough was enough. I even lost track of how many sets and reps I’d done.
It was an strange time tonight. But not without a bit of comedy, as a petulant little girl and her friend were doing walking lunges. After their first set, the lil girl started ragging on her friend about her stride length, stating taking longer steps was bad for her, and that the correct way to do them was with short steps. I couldn’t resist checking her. She then got indignant and asked how I knew so much, sarcasm dripping.
I simply told her that A)I’ve been doing this shit for almost the same amount of time she’s been walking this Earth, and B)I’m working on my personal training certification. She got red in the face, hurriedly put her earphones back in and continued taking her baby-step lunges that are so good for her knees that she is trying to strengthen, because, you know…they’re kinda jacked up and all.
The comedy doesn’t stop there, however. After changing into a dry shirt, grabbing my weapon, and heading to chow, the Ops Sergeant Major turns around in line and starts with his, “Big Baby!” routine. He’s convinced that I look like the dude from the Celtics for some reason. But he then sizes me up and tells me that I need to stay out of the gym, as I’m getting too big. I chuckled.
In hindsight, I should have said what my friend suggested: “I’m preparing for the REAL war, Sergeant Major.” With a completely straight face. He would have gotten flustered at that. Then, not ten minutes later, I get an email from my mother, opening with the same sentiment, that I’m “too big” and that I looked better over the holidays, when I had JUST recovered from the appendectomy. People just haven’t a clue, do they? They assume that since I’m big, I’m slower, unable to move, and just generally immobile. If it were a younger version of myself, I would have made it a point to prove them wrong. Or I would have tried dropping some weight. Pity their opinions mean little to me now.
In further news, I have the distinct feeling that I’m going to have to set one of my new “clients” straight. Annoyingly flirtatious that one. It will probably happen tomorrow morning. One would think my repeated refusals to have chow with her group, and the look of abject horror at the offer of a hug from her would clue her in. Or the smoke-session I put them thru for making the offer in the first place… Oh well.
I don’t think she is going to last anyhow, as she stopped me to ask if dancing would be a good “alternative” workout. I was the picture of indifference as I told her whatever it is she wanted to do to get in shape all depended on how much work she put into it. Zumba, the gym, running…doesn’t matter. Gotta get off your ass and do it. And be consistant(ent?) with it, and bring some intensity into the equation. I’ve a feeling she is going to lose not one pound. Two tears in a bucket…
15 March 2011
Evening
Squats
225/315 x 1 hour
SDL’s
135 x 10 x 3
I will be taking them, along with two others for a run tomorrow. Just a mile and a half. Should be very interesting.
Yes. You are correct. 44 and a wake up. Hell…I probably won’t sleep. Save it for the flights. I intend to arrive back in Germany completely rested. Have a mission I intend on completing. Heaven help the poor bastard that stands in my way!
