I think I might be on a fitness kick. I’m down with eating healthy, pilates has become an old hat, the gym is becoming more of a frequent place for me to hang, and I’m motivated to look as best as humanly possible; I guess that’s what California living does to you (?) Add spinning to my list of new physical activity and you can view more about it from this post. Yes, I’m talking spinning, the crazy cycling class everyone has at least HEARD thanks to the blaring house music, screaming people, and sweaty smells that permeate each gym and/or studio. For some reason all these things appealed to me and I wanted to try it. The deafening techno-pop music wasn’t an issue because I used to work at Abercrombie, the screaming people would hopefully be drowned out, so it was just the dank sweatiness I had to overcome.…
CURRENT STATE: SORE Derek had a free pass to the UFC gym where he’s a member and told me to check it out with him and his brother, Sean. So I’m amped. At work we TRY and do hourly pushups, but lately we’ve kinda been slacking so I was excited to whip myself back into shape. And whipped, I was.As soon as I walked in the gym, I was excited and petrified all at the same time. The trainer, who was my height and basically just one big muscle, wrapped up my hands in tape and gave me some gloves. The gloves were slime green, so obviously we had an unspoken understanding that I’d be channeling my inner Incredible Hulk tonight.Calisthenics were first and we did so many effing lunges I thought my legs were gonna fall off. When it was finally time to punch and kick the bag’s guts…
*Note: This post was composed at 1:00am and does not reflect my current mood.Right now I’m sitting in bed, clad in a old pair of gray boxer briefs, wondering how I can be such a pathetic manchild sometimes…?Seriously, there are times that I can be a full-on helpless brat that behaves the way you’d only expect from your 3 year old nephew. I blame the lengthy time in my childhood when I was without siblings and all the attention was on ME ME ME. Somehow I never outgrew that and now all my friends have to suffer the consequences.#sorrynotsorryIrrational concern of today: I was mad at myself I didn’t schlep my ass to the gym because there were people there I wanted to see. Not because, you know, I didn’t work out. Sensing a problem, are we? When I found out who I had missed, I went into a complete…
It’s a long story, but I am in fact a member of the Long Beach Jewish Community Center (JCC). And for those of you that know me, no, you’re correct, I am not a Jew. However, because I am a member I get to reap the benefits of the JCC’s workout class schedule and sometime before Christmas I had started going to PILATES EXTREME twice a week. Well, I’m back on the horse…er…mat.It’s important to realize that there is a spin class that goes on in the room my class meets in an hour before we start, so every single time I enter, the windowless room is damp, humid, and smells like a vat of old people sweat. Aren’t your endorphins just pumping already? They even have to bring a maintenance man in after the cyclers leave to MOP THE FLOOR because there’s perspiration everywhere.So I go in, grab a…
First off, Happy New Year. I hope all of you are suffering through the overcrowded gyms like me as newly-resolute folks try and keep up their “2014” promises to themselves…until March when they just get bored and say fuck it.I had an awesome time back East, saw fam and friends, and even threw my first adult dinner party. It didn’t stay adult for long though as my friends and I regressed to champagne binge drinking and pulling stupid pranks on each other just like our old college days.BUT TODAY I got my first chunk of good 2014 news when I found out that I had accumulated enough clicks for my blog to make some dough. A whopping $11.49 to be exact. You might think I’m being sarcastic, but I was literally stoked beyond measure when I found this out. Even now I can’t stop smiling. It just proved to me…
Unless you’re living under the Rock of Ages (which thankfully was not nominated for Best Musical), the Golden Globes are tomorrow night. During last year’s award show, I stealthily tried to sneak into the event, which you can refresh your memory with HERE, but unfortunately was denied access into any swanky after parties. So of course, there’s the impending decision if I should keep up with tradition and try to attend tomorrow’s red carpet as well. Thoughts? Your opinions matter, everyone. In other news, HAPPY NEW YEAR. Guess what? We didn’t die. Suck it, Mayans. Therefore, in response to not dying, I am really going to try and make myself some resolutions this year, because, you know, that’s what everyone does in January – makes stupid promises to themselves they know they won’t keep. BUT, since I have this blog, I feel somewhat obligated and accountable for what I say…