whatdyathink, it's been really tough this week, mate.. sigh.
got a whole lot of "issues" to resolve at work and they ain't over yet!
well, i always anticipate them.. especially when i don't bump into one for a period of time.. kinda "calm before the storm" thingy...
i gotta have a mindset like that.. y'know, just a little paranoid so i won't get blown away when shits come crashing down on me.. i have to be on my toes, guarded and mentally prepared for anything.. quite frankly, it's pretty draining.. sometimes, i feel like quitting, but on the other hand, it's better this way than sitting my ass in the office whole day round workin' and waiting 'til the bell rangs.. i'd rather quit.. like most of the pioneering and not so new guys here who can't handle the pressure, are being pestered to perform, just plainly bored with their job or are paid to the barest minimum.. they've all come.. and go..
well, that's reality.. if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen!
anyway, hope to roll with 'em all.. whatever they throw my way, i'll eat 'em! when the smoke clears, i'll still be standing.. that's not a promise.. it's a deal!
i know everything here seem vague.. i'm not a person who relishes on detailing every little story i can muster.. besides, where's the thrill without mystery? i've always been that - mysterious. to my family, friends and acquaintances.. i'm just not comfortable spilling everything out.. but i wanted to... someday.. maybe.
right now, i belong to the:
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75 pounds.. i'm stuck with that darn number in the dumbbell presses.. i've got a feeling i can make it to 80 pounds if i force it, but i won't.. i'm still struggling with that friggin' 75 weight to begin with.. when i'm comfortable, like i can make it 10 or more repetitions already, that's the time i'll bump it up.. right now, i gotta be patient.. and work even harder to get there.
in fairness, before, i was pressing maybe 60 to 65 pounds at my former gym.. and got really comfortable with that weight the rest of the folks there can only look at me and say "whooooww!!"
since that's the "heaviest of 'em all dumbbells" in that gym, people make a mountain out of a molehill when you reach that weight.. if they can only see the 120 pound dumbbell in my new gym, they'd probably cringe.
this dude is an inspiration:
so now i'm on a different league.. lotsa people in the new gym are big, strong and muscular.. they employ new techniques in training.. while the former gym had a handful of "meatheads" and stuck with an old school training methods...
these days, i belong somewhere far down the food chain.. it's quite a challenge, tell ya that, cos before i moved to this new gym, i was a few steps away from the top (took me almost two years be an "elite" in that gym).. now, i'm at the bottom again working my way up.. even more challenging is the fact that it's only now that my elbow and some part of my joints are creaking ferociously.. there was one night that i felt a stab of pain on my elbow when i rolled over.. could be a nightmare or i might have been dreaming but earlier that day, it was creaking crazy everytime i straighten out my right arm... geeez, already, i'm ramping up my Glucosamine Chondroitin intake to keep my joints and whatever whatchamacallit healthy.. i'm still on the third week of this twelve-week-hard-bangin' program.. can't have an impairment this early, hombre!
(notice: i'm referring to my old school gym here..)
so how do i define being "elite?"
well, for starters, your physique should show it.. nice shoulders, arms, chest, lat, back, etc.. etc.. there ain't much of that there..
then you gotta be strong.. i was.. at least among my peers..
you gotta have techniques and variations.. most of 'em are just stuck with what those old-school veterans do at the gym.. they simply follow.. i did 'til i started reading and do some research.. then i started to break away from the pack.. started doin' my thang..
last and more importantly, when you gain respect among the noobs, the veterans... you know you're there.. among the "top of the class"... moreover, the instructor, the coaches and the rest of the pack who raves at you for being the "cream of the crop" is just --- elevation, baby!!
now back to square one.
yet i'm still looking for that 300 pounds bench press.. double the pleasure.. double the fun, eh?
love ya Chris Brown!
i miss my home PC and internet.. missed posting photos of my kiddo, Neil.. dude is growing fast and smart.. by the way, that bro-in-law i ass-whopped months ago came back asking for forgiveness and wanted to live with us again.. fine. i don't hold grudges to anyone.. especially those who're within family circles.. and those that i kickass.. ha ha!
but don't fuck around no more, hommie.. next time might be worst.. just a friendly reminder..
i'm a big fan of Fight Quest.. everytime i watch that series, i mentally pick-up a few tips here and there and visually execute them.. below's my favorite fighting style.. street fightin', baby!
when finances permit, i'll get me a punching bag and some gloves, mitts.. the whole fighting gear.. i'll have Neil, my buddy, Earl and maybe that drunkard bro-in-law to practice with.. i'd probably have more time with Neil cos he likes to kickass.. he adores Bruce Lee.. like me!!
there ya go.. the drama of me's life unfolding before you.. happy now?
