so we hang out last Thursday night.. t'was fun.. yeah, kinda.. sorta..
crazy week, tell ya that.. started working out again and both of my buddies from faraway places came by with just a few days intervals.. not a good thing if you mix alcohol, cigarette and gym in the same sentence.. no, i didn't have a smokin' relapse but i inhaled just as much with those darn second-hand smoke from everyone in the places we've went.. shet, those girls smoked their lungs out like hell!
can we play golf instead (like i know how)? how about we trek some mountain, eh? maybe bike some trails.. i don't mind drinking beer while we're at it, hombres!
but can you guys quit smoking already??!
you too, girls!
i'm just annoyed sniffing through those chicken-shit fumes everytime we go out..
i mean, c'mon, i'm there in the gym killing myself to be healthy (what an irony, huh?), lifting hard and doing all that cardio, and you guys (yeah you too!) couldn't care less about your health let alone mine??
how could you?
basically, that's quite the scenario whenever we hang out.. my friends' smoke and the places we go - filled with smokers.. tisk.. tisk..
i'm getting really old.. i can't appreciate loud music.. neither drive hard and fast anymore.. pretty much, i'm living a monotonous life these days..
i'm no longer cut out for edgy stuff.. in fact, i'm sooooo toned down nothing excites me anymore..
oh wait, of course the 120 pound dumbbells...
... and then me and Lui went out again last Saturday.. quite frankly, t'wasn't something i look forward to.. not with all the drinking and inhaling more second hand smoke.. AGAIN!
however, it all boils down to that.. at least, most the time.. i gotta roll with it for the time being.. cos this dude only comes to town once a month..
last Saturday, i just felt tired and sleepy as the night wore on.. i felt my stomach was ready to explode with all that San Mig Light we downed.. kinda crazy cos i never felt drunk the whole time.. just it: tired and sleepy.
well, i did had a grand time doin' leg exercises earlier that day.. squat, deadlift and some lat and bicep workout.. i'm still testing the level of strength i have with the new bars, equipments, plates (olympic bars, kilo's instead of pounds, etc).. but one old fart who saw me squatting said something like "look, we have an olympic lifter over there!"
if you're impressed, old man, i'm not.
definitely, the new stuffs i'm using hit my muscles differently.. a new stimuli on the horizon, i guess...
i've been soooo used to the old gym's equipment that i no longer feel any pain or sore after i hit 'em hard.. now, i'm feeling them again.. like for days, mate.. and I LOVE IT!
goin back to our beer bingin' escapade, good thing we found some company.. some guy and his lady friend introduce themselves to us.. they figured we should just share tables.. whatever.
perfect time for my plan... ESCAPE!
sorry buddy but i gotta do it.. flee.. disappear.. vanish..
or i'd be home soooo early again.. four o' clock in the morning!
off i went and the story ends.
yesterday was a holiday but i spent good hours of my "rest" time in the gym.. bangin'.
i am still trying to settle down.. still grasping for the right combo.. figuring things out... man, it's definitely not easy to move in to a new place when you're so used to the old one.. but as the cliche says, "nothing is permanent.. everything is impermanent.. change is the only reality..."
it's no bed of roses for both gyms, tell ya that.. it's all hard work.. the new one needs some mental fortitude cos i'm a noob here.. no friends.. no spotters.. no nothing.. it's gonna be me and the iron.. for now.. the respect will come.. sooner than later, i hope..
when you get respect, you get some help.. thus, it is important to build one especially when you don't have a training partner.
at least that's what i thought.. right now though, i'm fine training alone.
i'll turn a year older tomorrow.
if you have gifts, please find a way to send 'em my way.. PLEZ!
i'd be thrilled..
