Posts Tagged ‘health’

Day 9: I love my job today…

Where else can you spend a work day at the fair and not get in trouble? We did work. But come on. What fun! We interviewed little kids, some crazy carnies and ate like fiends (I only had a lemon chill and 1/4 of a turkey leg before any of you “virtual” trainers ask!) There aren’t so many rare moments when everything comes together at once and you have absolutely nothing bad to say about your full-time gig. Today was one of them. Tomorrow? Eh. Well, now I’m going to be nosey. I want to know what you do and what is great about it. Would you like to work somewhere else?

I really would like to know but obviously this is a distraction from the meat of the issue. I’m not hitting the gym. My footsies are killing me from walking the fair–we were there from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. in the horrible, full Texas sun!? We sat for all of 10 minutes the whole time. I’m going to say something I have been repeating for the last few days: It has to count for something! And I didn’t eat one fried thing. I even got Big Tex to do a plug for our company! I worked. Cut me some slack…(tee hee) Or maybe I just needed to tell myself that.

Day 7 and 8: Before you smile you have to cry

The Roots said that best. And they are so right. I nearly had to stop yesterday’s workout because of a potentially throat-grabbing asthma attack. But I pushed through, slowed down a bit and turned up the CD player. Thanks Black Thought. I know I’m better for it. But for shame, today I’m ditching. I’m not getting anywhere with that kind of behavior. According to Stiletto I should be doing this kind of stuff for 45 minutes and according to Anti, do it 4 times a week. I’m doing 4 times a week (well, last week…just started) but the cardio has only been about 30. I’ll work my way I guess. Can I use deadline as an excuse?

Day 5, 6 and Angie Martinez

Photo by Devon CassI listen to just about every genre of music. I’ve even been known to listen to a little old school country. There’s  a station out here Willie Nelson loves and I listen to it daily. That’s about all the music radio I can take really. Then right in the same day I will pop in a Kanye West CD or The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

Well I don’t know if you all know who Angie Martinez is but she’s a hot item on New York’s Hot 97 as one of its deejays. Yes I made a shameless pun. And she so happened to have been my Rocky-type motivation music on Day 4 as I cranked it out on the monster elliptical machine. Her album Animal House was a risky hip-hop purchase back in 2002 just basing it on the single “If I Can Go,” but usually I know I’m going to like the whole album or not by a single. Even though I know music heads loathe people that do that. No accounting for taste. Well Angie didn’t disappoint me and although her success is probably considered a little lukewarm compared to today’s crappy music, Animal House was what got me through Day 4.  If you have a workout soundtrack please share.

Anyway, I’m doing a lot of weights and using them to attempt to sculpt out obliques like anti-socialist claims to own. So now my sides are the main part of me that hurts. You ladies out there know what I mean right? That damn fluff of meaty blubber that sits on the side and makes wearing a crisp fitted shirt a risk? (Maybe it’s just me.) I’m starting to feel better already, but I missed Day 5.

Day 5 consisted of me getting the apartment in order. And then a photo shoot that went terribly awry what with rain, mosquitoes, mud and a subject in high-heels. Needless to say we are rescheduling. And needless to say I just felt more like popping open a beer. So that’s what I did. Hey, carrying that heavy camera bag I just upgraded to HAS to count for something.

Update: I’m an idiot. This should read, as it does now, as Day 5 and 6. I’m starting to lose count. I should be looking at that blasted calendar in the sidebar!