my coworker got a personal trainer who pushed her too far and this weird thing happened where her arms swelled up and her body went into shock and she went to the hospital and like, almost died.
despite having not set foot in a gym in well over 2 years, i am not in an ounce of pain, today... and yes, i did do a serious workout because my little girl muscles were hurting last night.
i didn't mention yesterday that despite my elderly woman frame, my body is actually quite the beast when it comes to fitness. regardless of the date of my last workout, i could probably go out and run 8 miles without really thinking about it... i mean, i'd be winded as all fuck, but not really sore or incapable.
my body is highly adaptable to physical strain. hunger, fatigue, exertion are non-threats to its stability. i am a rock. i am an island of physical fitness.
which calls to mind a funny memory:
in high school, rather than doing the presidential physical fitness program, my school subscribed to the marine corps fitness exam. it's pretty much the same thing but some of the exercises are bit more physically demanding. anyhow, each year they sorta made it a competition to see what guys and what gals could get the highest score and then place the champs' picture in the paper.
my senior year, i was one of 3 guys with a perfect score. the 6'3", 200 lb. quarterback of the football team, the 5'8", 165 lb. captain of the wrestling team, and me, the 6', 130 lb. captain of the scholastic bowl team and president of the concert choir.
our p.e. teacher tried to convince me to not be in the photograph.
-in a world full of boys in dark-rimmed glasses, i'm the one you'll remember
-i like beer
-sports don't scare me
-i can't win a boardgame to save my life
-i make lots of wonderful facial expressions
-i tend to flail
-dads like me; moms love me
-i'm great with names and faces
-four little words: "best wedding date ever"
the bad stuff:
-i have problems acting my age... you'd think i'm 29 not 24
-you better like the word "seriously"
-my friends are some tough competition
-i'm a mama's boy
-my impressions are horrible at best
-i tend to flail
-balancing my checkbook is a lost art, but i totally get physics
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ill give you your ifotd!
my coworker got a personal trainer who pushed her too far and this weird thing happened where her arms swelled up and her body went into shock and she went to the hospital and like, almost died.
it was the strangest, scariest thing.
so go easy at first, fella.
and um, have fun!
despite having not set foot in a gym in well over 2 years, i am not in an ounce of pain, today... and yes, i did do a serious workout because my little girl muscles were hurting last night.
i didn't mention yesterday that despite my elderly woman frame, my body is actually quite the beast when it comes to fitness. regardless of the date of my last workout, i could probably go out and run 8 miles without really thinking about it... i mean, i'd be winded as all fuck, but not really sore or incapable.
my body is highly adaptable to physical strain. hunger, fatigue, exertion are non-threats to its stability. i am a rock. i am an island of physical fitness.
which calls to mind a funny memory:
in high school, rather than doing the presidential physical fitness program, my school subscribed to the marine corps fitness exam. it's pretty much the same thing but some of the exercises are bit more physically demanding. anyhow, each year they sorta made it a competition to see what guys and what gals could get the highest score and then place the champs' picture in the paper.
my senior year, i was one of 3 guys with a perfect score. the 6'3", 200 lb. quarterback of the football team, the 5'8", 165 lb. captain of the wrestling team, and me, the 6', 130 lb. captain of the scholastic bowl team and president of the concert choir.
our p.e. teacher tried to convince me to not be in the photograph.
may ur toenails shine like the stars
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