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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
WORKIN' IT
Wish list:
- Heavy bag.
- Chin-up bar.
- Various free weights (probably 5, 10, 15, 20+)
- A few good resistance bands.
- Angled bench with foot holds.
- Elliptical machine or exercise bike (for my 85-year old knees).
- Big full length mirror.
- A small TV/DVD player so I can listen to movie/TV show
commentaries--this is important. And probably a room to put all my crap in, I guess. For now, I will slowly (very, very slowly) pick away at this unrealistic list and subsquently start making our living space look completely insane. I don't entirely take issue with this (although others might...); I'd rather trip over weird exercise equipment than spend many more years participating the weird ritual that is Going To The Gym. I used to find it oddly comforting. The changing room was actually my favourite space, wherein I grabbed a secluded corner, zoned out, and let my brain quietly hum along while I changed and prepared on autopilot. Now I just lose patience when I think about finding a new place, and getting comfortable with their unwritten rules and codes. I'm also a lot less comfortable working out with other people now. I think this is directly related to a sort of new-found propensity for talking to myself loudly while in the throes of a work out. Man, is this all I can really bring myself to write about now? What is that? I'm like that guy at the bar who leers over at you and slurs about how much he can bench-press. G., Misguided Jock Who Drinks Too Much Since 2001.
1:36 PM
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