Today, however, we are going to have blog potpourri. Hence the title. My titles always make sense. Eventually. If you're me.
Fun fact: about ten years ago when they had auditions in Boston for (the real) Jeopardy, I passed the written test to be on it, but apparently failed the actual audition/simulated game part because I kept buzzing in too soon. Despite my later being regularly schooled in bar trivia league, I remain convinced that had they let me on there, I'd have won hundreds of thousands of dollars. That was before perimenopause/old age destroyed my memory. God.
Three paragraphs and a video in and we haven't actually even started the real post yet, boys and girls. This might actually be a new record. Or low. Depending on how you look at it. Perspective is everything.
Ok! Random fitness-related crap! Starting...now.
1.) I entered a $100,000 body transformation contest. Poof! Now I'm a bat! No, no, no, we aren't attempting to transform into small flying mammals or anything actually interesting. We're attempting to transform our bodies into something more aesthetically pleasing to the judges so that we can then later be used in supplement company advertising. Now I know I have no chance of winning. First of all, it's a 12 week contest, so by my reckoning the winners are going to be people who have approximately 20-25 pounds to lose, which is the most weight you can reasonably expect to lose in 12 weeks unless you're really overweight. I mean, if you're 80 lbs overweight and you lose 50 lbs, that's impressive, but you're still 30 lbs overweight (and thus not supplement company marketable) at the end. If, like me, you can reasonably only lose 5 or 6 lbs, well, that's not going to make a very dramatic transformation (and isn't marketable.) Plus, I'm 51 years old. I doubt I am the demographic the company is trying to reach. So very not-marketable.
Nevertheless I entered in an attempt to get my fitness routine back on track. So far, so good. Last week during week one, I lifted 4 days and went to yoga once, took healthy food to work with me every day I worked so that I would not go to Au Bon Pain and eat mac n' cheese and brownies instead, had 3-4 servings of veggies and fruit a day, and flushed out a lot of bloat on what I lovingly (ok, not so much) call poverty calories. The summer of 2012 when I was preparing for my upcoming surgery I was lifting heavy, doing my conditioning, and going to yoga regularly. I was lean, I was muscular, and I was all-around really fit, because I wanted to go into the first (and hopefully only) major surgery of my life as strong and healthy as I could possibly be. I want to get back there. I'm motivated.
2.) Do you tell people at the gym that they're badass? Every once in awhile, I see someone doing something really impressive and I want to tell them how impressed I am, but I am usually too shy. Even though I KNOW I myself am ecstatic when I get a gym compliment. I know, I know, it makes no sense. Today's example was one of the gym regulars, a dude who has lost a good deal of weight (probably over 100 lbs) in the three years I've seen him around, who was doing waiters carries with the 35lb kettlebells. Since I do those exact same waiters carries, only with 20 lb kettlebells, I was like, holy crap. Bittybro, I said to myself, someday *you* will walk the entire perimeter of this gym with 70 lbs over your head. Then I laughed and laughed. But seriously, I wanted to tell this guy how badass those carries were, but I didn't. How to overcome this reserve, readers?
3.) In a fit of insanity, I bought these. They're pretty much a $50 version of my $10 grippy yoga socks, sigh, but since they're officially shoes, I thought I might be able to get away with wearing them in the gym. I am so sick of being scolded by the Shoe Nazi lady and her minions, I have yet to dare try them however.
4.) Speaking of things at my gym I don't approve of, they shoehorned this giant TRX apparatus into the stretching area which involved moving other equipment around in that already over-crowded gym. I was facetiously told the other day that the reason I am such a klutz and always have bruises all over me is that I only train for strength, not agility, but I swear to god, if you saw the amount of bobbing and weaving I have to do just to farmers walk around that gym and not break an ankle, you wouldn't say that. I have nothing against TRX, but if they were going to put something that takes up that much space, they could have given us another damn power rack. I guarantee you, it would get used more than that TRX. After all, people gotta curl somewhere. (Insert winky face here.)
Alright, that's enough randomosity for now.
Weightlifting baby memes crack me up almost as much as SNL Sean Connery.
Addendum: my feet in stretchy shoes