Next week I leave for some time away, much needed time away. Though don’t get me wrong, I like both my life and job, I think I need some sleep. The kind of sleep you get when you know you don’t have to wake up ever if you don’t want. The weekends in the real world are not the reward the weekdays make them out to be. The reality is I long for the warmth of the sun on my face, the kind which fills you from your toes to the hair on your head, like a blanket when you ill, there is nothing better. The gym has been great, heavy lifting is my favorite but I need to let my bones rest, let all the distractions of everyday life fade into the background for a bit. I am very tired. When I return it is my intention to go full speed into cardio like I’ve never before, but right now I just want to sit and stare at the locals in a warm beachy place. I will do little if any blogging, but that should be expected. Peace out homies, if we don’t speak sooner, I’ll see you in the Ides of March.
So I spent the last 18 Business Days Lifting heavy, it was pretty intense: Benching 115 pound dumbbells, Curling 90 pound dumbbells, 810 pound calf raises, both standing and using the leg press machine. The challenge was nice, and next weekend I will take measurements to see if I’ve made any substantial changes in size. But as March is upon us, March Madness is around the corner, and it’s time to get back to cardio. The lifting was fun while it lasted, but my goals are still to lose some more weight, I really rejuvenated my desire by grabbing the gym by the balls, not I need to use this momentum to rocket me forward. I am taking a short vacation in March, and then I’m off to the races. Some times its easy to get overwhelmed by this shit, be it self pressure or work pressures, but the reality is that its in me. I’ve got to stand up and push through. I set some pretty tough goals for 2010, and though I’d like to say I still believe I can achieve them, I am right now not in the place I need to be. Like my father always said, “Cash, Grass or Ass … Put Out or Get Out.” And for some reason there is a chilling rationale behind those god damned creepy words. I got to make this happen, me an no one else.
When all else fails, this is some sound advice.
With my 2 year anniversary coming up this next Sunday, I have been thinking a lot about my wife. There is little, if anything, I cherish more than my wife. It is easy to see from mere glances why I feel she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but that is only the icing on the cake of my love. Besides beauty, she possesses every quality I find sexy, alluring as well as challenging in a person. She stretches me intellectually and inspires debate in me. She challenges the things I say, but accepts when I have made a valid point. She never quits and will fight for what she believes with every ounce of who she is. She will never lay down her arms in battle, and rarely refuses a favor. She is logic and reason to my insanity. But our relationship is not merely husband and wife, we are friends, the kind of friends that love without condition. She is my rock to cling to and the anchor that grounds me when rough waters are upon us. She is my blanket that warms my nights and protects me from harm. I have nothing as special as our love. She is my Chupacabra, a sexy mysterious beast! She is forever my best friend.
– I Love You
Paul
So today I blasted shoulders and calves, and by blasted I mean, the guy next to me triped and busted up his shin watching my calf raises. This past week management has been in the office from out of the country so the build up to get sheet done has been extremely over powering my ability to chat it up with my loyal followers. I have been so busy I haven’t had much time to do much else, but today I got to sport my LV tie and cufflinks, which sincerely make me look like a pimp, and I don’t mind that so much. Anyway I wanted to cover the fact that though people, my wife, have noticed the effects of lifting season, LARGE GUNS, she’s commented on the adverse side effects BIG GUT, and though happy with the intended results I am not so much with the lesser desirable impact of these extra pounds. I’m on the fence about what I should do, should I cut Lifting Season early or just see it through to the end? At this point I’m planning on finishing out this week and depending on my weigh-in, maybe cutting my extra carb intake or adding some cardio to the mix … we will see. Anyway, keep lifting bitches!
Today’s workout was probably the best in over a month and half. I left feeling more pumped than I have in a long while and though honestly I didn’t want to leave I knew I needed to. It didn’t start out good, that is I didn’t want to wake up at 5 this morning and even while at the gym I started out slow. But half way through my 4th set of dips, I got energized. Next came curls and like Arnold said, it was buckets of elation, I’m paraphrasing of course. Anyway, I didn’t get much of the Game in yesterday, and I couldn’t really care less, without the Denver Broncos or Romanowski playing it’s just not the same game. I did make some fucking kick-ass chili and cornbread yesterday, it was sweet. I’m kinda siked also about next weekend, it’s Valentine’s day and my anniversary. I fucking love that day, I am hopelessly in love with love and I love my wife! In 3 weeks we’re going away for a while and it will be nice, sun and beach, a well deserved vacation from our hectic lives. It’s also my parent’s 25th anniversary, which is pretty kick ass. Anyway, I know not that many people read this shit so I’ll end it here, but onthe 1st of March, I’ll post before and after measurements this year’s ‘Lifting Season,’ hopefully I’ll have something to show for it.
So today while stumbling drunk through the internet, I found the below images. It’s art, that is technically considered art, and though has some discerning artistic qualities, what wouldn’t in this day pass for art? But I think more than just art it’s interesting. It got me reflecting on what the fuck art really is, how much time we spend behind the camera “setting up” the perfect shot, really so that no one will ever look at our pictures. I’m not an artist, by any stretch of the imagination, frankly my skills lie solely in my patience and diligence, which neither make me artistic. I do however enjoy things, be those things art or just visually stimulating images. I like stuff.
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