Working out makes me happy and when I workout when I'm happy it makes me happier. It's as simple and straight forward as that. And on that note, I was still somewhat in a funk today -- a continuation from yesterday -- so I called up a few of my weight training buddies. I knew working out with them would work it's magic on my funk of a mood.
"Training at 5pm", I messaged them.
Showed up and low and behold who should flock to the spinning room my buddies and I take over but our groupies. Yes, we've got groupies. I only call them that because as if turns out none of my buddies actually know them. We each assumed they came because of the other person. Our groupies consist of a crew of 5 high school boys who all come into the spinning room and sit on the bikes watching us box. They're funny kids but what realizing that none of us actually know them is what makes them even funnier.
Buddies present at training tonight: Double J, Diamond Eyes, The Big D, and the Sweet Valley High Crew of 5 (well 3 of them at least).
Boxing with the boys was followed by an intense weight training routine. I trained back, biceps and a bit of shoulders.
Amy 1, Squat Girl 0
Squat Girl is this particular young gal who has quite the intense and quite the fierce curves that clearly both her hard training and clean eating have been amplified because of her DNA. Girl has some good genes. She worked the lat pulldown machine and then I came and used it right after her. I watched as everyone (me included) turned to watch her walk away. I'm not into women but you can't help but agree that her back end is perfect. It's as if God himself specially molded it with a fine tuning and then broke the mold so it couldn't be reused. I then sat down on the lat pulldown and adjusted the weights. "Ohhhh... she may have the butt but you're back kills hers", one guy mentioned. Yup, they all saw me adjust the weight. I out beat her by an extra 30lbs, nice. So yes, in terms of points for back, Amy 1, Squat Girl 0. She kills me when it comes to the backside though, seriously.
...and by now I realize that I'm rambling way too much about my Squat Girl bum envy.
...anyways...
Today's posting is rather rambled and scrambled, sorry. What can you do?! Nothing... hahaha.
At System, boxing was followed by weight training and then a friendly competition on the treadmill. Boys against girl... two guys vs. little old me.
No comments:
Post a Comment