A long time ago, when online “handles” were more important than one’s own name, I remember wanting to use the name “Entropy.” (I never did, by the way. I had MUCH worse online names). However, the reason I thought it was applicable was that I seem to fall prey to entropy with great ease. I’m like the copper of fitness. I’m a fresh piece of bread left out on the countertop for a week. You get the point.
I hurt my back last Wednesday and then didn’t hit the gym again that week. Well, this is a new week, and it’s six days later, and I missed the gym for the last two days. Now, I could argue that my kid wasn’t sleeping well for the last several days and I’m just making up sleep. But today? I was just mostly lazy. I did some brisk walking to take the place of my 30 minutes planned run at the gym. What’s up with that?
Today, I was Santa for 60+ kids, ages 1-6 (mostly 2-3). It was interesting. First off, the suit was way too big. I had to wear a vest under it, and even then, I had to tuck the extra fabric under me while I was in the seat.
Several percent of the kids screamed/wept/ran in fear. A small percent were willing to sit *near* Santa, or have Mom sit on Santa, and they sat on Mom. A very micro percent were Santa FIENDS, and they kept coming back for more and more.
It appears that by adding Haloscan, I blow out the blogger comments already in there. Whoops.
I learned a great lesson this week. Progress doesn’t have to stop with injury. It just requires that you shift the front you’re attacking.
Wednesday morning, my back twanged really bad while in the middle of a deadlift. Just before the injury, I was saying to myself, “My back feels rounded. I think it should be arched–ow!” And then I had to stop working out.
I was browsing a book yesterday about a power workout, by a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu master named Gracie.
I’ve read his stuff in the past, and think his martial art is downright amazing. If I had the discipline, the money, and the several extra hours to throw into my week, I’d probably want to learn this martial art over any other. But whatever. This is about power.
Outside Magazine’s latest issue has a little quiz to see if you’re fit. I can’t do at least two of these categories, so I’m not fit, according to these standards. But wow. Something to point towards.
Chest Do push-ups on a stability ball, feet on the floor. Do 3 sets of 20. If you’ve never done these, they’re killers.
What are your goals for 2005?
When you look back on 2004, are there moments that define how far you’ve come?
Friday was an all day offsite “fun” day with the team. I enjoyed it. We did bowling, both candlepin and tenpin. (Which I still have to call “big ball” and “little ball,” much to the chagrin of the employees of Lanes & Games.) I ended up with the top tenpin score of the day, 134. (Shows you how non-pro we all were, but one guy even had his own ball). It was fun, and man, you can burn a few calories and tweak butt muscles throwing those balls around.
The weekend was nice. I worked three hours at my favorite little independent bookstore, where I am now a guerilla bookseller. I’m not paid, but instead receive free books in return for my ability to convince people to drop $150 on gifts they otherwise might not have purchased. I *love* this job more than any, because it mixes my passion for reading with my interest in pushing my opinion on other people.