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A few drinks in: Don’t be a New Year’s gym douche

Most of my writing of late has either taken place at a bar or after lifting a bar (at the gym). It’s been convenient and helped me to chip away at being consistent at writing or posting (to Instagram) everyday. I still jot down thoughts and notes in the Bieber book, but I haven’t put much effort into turning those notes into posts. I am still developing where I want this whole shorts and sweatbands idea to go. I want to provide a different perspective to the fitness world, one that is over saturated with wash board abs, gym bros, and snapbacks.

On Wednesday, when I am able to make it back to the gym, I fully expect it to be crowded. The New Year resolution folks who want to get fit will be there. Most gym goers will complain about the “new-“comers (pun alert), but I ain’t that worried about it. The gym is life for some folks. For others it’s a hobby. For me, it’s something I enjoy , I want to set an example for my family and a challenge myself. Oh, and my job requires me to be fit. If your one of those who gets their panties in a wad about people showing up after New Years, I say remove the stick from your butt and focus on yourself. Don’t be a hater to someone is attempting to better themselves. Give ’em props. Maybe they will stick around longer than a month or two. Just don’t be a doucher, give them some pointers and help them learn the “ways of the gym.”

Those of you who are planning on hitting the gym for the new year, get some. Don’t quit because you aren’t getting the results you want right away. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Don’t let the bro-dudes intimidate you, don’t curl in the squat rack and wear a sweatband. If you’re unsure ask for help, or surf the interwebs for info before you go. Start a routine out of a book or magazine. Don’t just wing it, that’s a sure fire way to fail. Start small and chip away. Focus on form and effort, the weight will come later. Don’t compare yourself to the others. It’s a competition against yourself. Let the professionals compete for the fitness trophies.

In general, don’t be a douche. Shit ain’t that serious.

Happy New Year!

Mustache

P.S. Here are the workouts I’ve done the past few days.

Dec 29 Warm-up

20-15-10-5

squat

Pushup

Sit up

Training

10 rounds

10x push press

10x KB swing

5 rounds

8x high pull

8x bent over row

6x slash to halo

Dec 31 Warm-up

3 rounds

x10 squats

x10 push-ups

x10 sit-ups

2 rounds

barbell complex

Training

5 rounds (increase weight until last set)

1x power clean

1x front squat

1 round

1x push press

1x back squat

1x push press

5 rounds

5x sumo deadlift

10x scarecrow

4 rounds

x15 med-ball sit-ups

x10 kettle-bell swings

A few drinks in: Rally naps and massage chairs.

Merry Christmas! When it comes to holidays, booze is a must. Especially if you have annoying in-laws around. While my family celebrates in America, I am 14 hours in the future partying with friends. After I was picked up, we went t 7-eleven. The 7-elevens in Japan put the ones in America to shame. Food selection, booze, and service are all better than anything i have witnessed state side (except the ability to buy strike force energy at the counter). I snagged a fifth of whiskey for 1700 yen (roughly $17) and a whiskey mix in a can (9% alcohol). The whiskey can got me started and the bottle wasn’t bad on ice. After chowing down in some fried chicken, velveeta shells and cheese, and wontons, I was ready to crash. I was offered the use of a massage chair. It was the best idea anyone had ever had while having some adult beverages. 10 minuets in, and I was out. People were competing at Just Dance, while others were cracking jokes about the terrible dance moves. I could hear all of it. I also was enjoying having my eyes shut. My wife complains that I have old man tendencies. Having to nap mid-day is one of those. I took full advantage of the massage chair and took an old man/rally nap. It was the best decision of my day. I am a huge fan of these. Sometimes you need a quick 20 to get back in the game and hang. Sometimes though, you go down for the count. If there is enough commotion, a rally nap will get me through the day and night (depending on how early I begin to booze).

The massage chair was a great idea and loosened up my back and butt. It also help me relax to get the shut eye I needed. As soon as I came too (20 min later), I poured myself a whiskey-ginger and was back on the train. Time to whip some ass at Mario Kart.

Doing work and a few drinks in: Sumo deadlifts and Snapbacks.

I crushed my workout today, so I decided to have some celebratory drinks. I have been to my local establishment enough, I have a “usual” (Jamo and ginger). I did my ab/core circuit today. It was day two of three (posted below). I have noticed a trend lately, sumo deadlifts. They seem to be all the rage now-a-days. Now, I am not here to knock them, but I am curious why they have become more prominent in today’s workout world? Have people with little hip flexibility given up? My concern is for the men only. When I see you only doing sumo, I think you’re a pussy. I use the sumo stance, when I want to high pull afterwords. I have nothing against people who sumo, except if that is the only type of deadlift you do. Hell, people probably look at me when I walk in with my sweatband thinking “what’s up with that guy?” Do I care? No. But, if you only sumo, you should take a little ok in the mirror and re-evaluate your life.

Oh, and SnapBack hats in the gym are lame. Wear a sweatband.

Do work.

Warm-up

4 rounds

x10 squats

x10 sit-ups

Training

3 rounds

x10 (per leg) walking lunges

x10 slash-to-halo (or back extensions with weight)

x10 bus driver rotations (use landmine)

x10 single arm ab squat (use landmine)

x10 single arm lift and twist (use landmine)

x10 push-ups with row

x10 inverted row

x10 single arm static dumbbell curl

x15 push-ups

Stretch

A few drinks in: Wannabe Hustler

I am changing the name of the Daily Quickie, which wasn’t really daily, to A few drinks in. I’m more than a few in now, and it seems like a good time to change things up. Prince is jamming on the jukebox and I’m losing terribly at pool. It been a long week at work, and the gym has been almost none existent in my daily routine (this week). When Europe began to play the Final countdown, I caught a booze wind, where I sunk 5 balls quick. It was then back to shotty play and missed opportunities. Since then, I’ve just been losing. Pool is not my specialty. I enjoy it, but hardly win (without fault of my opponent). I understand how the shots work, but my execution leaves a lot to be desired. I don’t go out of my way to get better, I usually play when I’ve had a few libations (current one is Jamo and ginger). Ill occasionally be legit and win a few games in a row, but it’s all dependent ok n the amount of booze I’ve had. I accept not because my great at pool. I enjoy the atmosphere, comradery and drinks.

Do work sessions to come.

Family, meet the U.P. U.P. meet the Family Part 2: The Camp Experience

Life has been crazy the past couple of months. I finished up school at Great Lakes in Chicago, flew home to Virginia, then hit the road to visit family in Texas (I’ll expand on that at a later date). There are a lot of unknowns surrounding my family and me lately. While it hasn’t been easy to deal with, we have been pressing on and focusing on the future. I imagine when everything is wrapped up and settled, I’ll put pen to paper to reflect and laugh at much of it. I know I’ve left you with a cliffhanger and some vague information, so, now, a continuation of our family trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

We had arrived. We unloaded the kiddos and took a quick tour, from the Millionaire to Conway Lake. Then we headed over to the “Tupa” to check out our quarters for the next week. Tupa is Finnish for “little cabin”. It is the size of an efficiency apartment. Inside were the bunk beds my brother and I shared as kids, an air mattress and a small kitchenette. It was a blank canvas ready to be worked on. Krissi and I unloaded the truck and got settled in.

We went over to the Millionaire for dinner. It was a keto diet special, burgers without buns. My Aunt Ruth had prepared them for everyone. After dinner the kids took a dip in the lake. There is nothing like getting all washed up and clean with a lake bath. It gets you close to nature. By the end of “getting cleaned up” nature’s way, the matresses were calling our names…Ben, Krissi, Kash, Lincoln! Exhaustion was upon us and it was time to get some good, solid rest. Now, it doesn’t get dark until around 10 p.m. in the U.P. during mid-summer. Of course, we had to explain to Kash why it was time to go to sleep while the sun was still visible. And, after convincing the Sandwich maker that a bear wasn’t going to bust through the door and eat us, we finally zonked out.

Camp is a calming, yet amazing experience. There is no cell service and plenty of forest to run around in. You have to hall in your drinking and cooking water. There is a pump from the lake to fill the trash cans used for flushing toilets and washing dishes. Did I mention that you have to use a bucket to flush the toilet? There is an abundance of fish to catch with a few rowboats and canoes for lake cruising. The mosquitoes are as big as a small horse and will leave a welt on you the size of Georgia with a single bite. They can also be as thick as Black Friday shoppers at Wal-Mart at midnight.

I remember as a child always running through the woods, playing in the lake and attempting to catch fish (it has never been a strong suit of mine). My Nanny helped me catch a small garder snake, named him Conway. We took him back to Texas as a pet. We would hike to Lake Superior and climb Breakfast Roll. My cousins and I would build forts and explore the area around camp (we did most of this without parental supervision) for hours and hours on end. The sauna would be fired up throughout the day for our use. If you ever get the chance to use a wood burning stove sauna, do it. A lot of saunas now-a-days are electric. I enjoy pouring water on the hot rocks and choking on the rush of steam (it really opens up the lungs, ha). This trip, I took the time to learn what makes camp tick. I am at the age where I want to invest in learning the responsibilities that my parents had when I was a young’un. I started with the sauna. It wasn’t difficult, just simply starting a fire in a cast iron stove and keeping it fed. This meant keeping the wood pile stacked and the stove clear of ashes. We used it to relax and bathe. Both the kids enjoyed a sauna bath. We would stick them in dish washing bins. Hot Rod found enjoyment in splashing water everywhere, while Kash was all about using the ladle to bathe herself with.

We had the pleasure of Alexis and Ali (two of my cousin’s daughters) join us for a couple of days. They took Kash under their wings and showed her the ropes of being a kid out there. They took her to the fort in the woods, out of sight. There was some hesitation from Krissi (because of bears), but it was calmed by the “screams” of fun and laughter. They had a blast! We took a canoe ride later that day. It was a bit windy, which made for a fight on the way back to shore. Come to find out, it was both Krissi’s and Kash’s first time in a canoe. As dinner approached, we made our way over to Chris and Dave’s (GramB’s cousins) for a meal. They were the next camp down and live there full time during summer. Rachael and her dog Dude met us out there. Dinner was full of great food, good drinks, and superb conversation. Dave took the girls for a tour of his wood shop and Hot Rod crashed from all the excitement he experienced. We had some ice cream for desert and then headed back to “our place”. After we got back to camp and put the kiddos to sleep, Rachael, Krissi and I relaxed on the porch of the Tupa. We swapped stories and enjoyed some more adult beverages.

I could go on and on about camp. This just covered the first couple of days. There is still Lake Superior, adventures in Marquette and shenanigans at Pike Lake I want to share. I’ll save those for another day. My time up there has always been limited, leaving me to cram as many activities as I can into a short time. Camp is a real vacation from society. It forces you to put down the electronics and get your hands dirty. You can see an endless number of stars at night and hike through nature at it’s core. Kids make the forest their playground and adults can enjoy the calm of nature. It is truly a one-of-a-kind experience.

Do work, be rad

Mustache

Daily Quickie: The Reuniting of Mustaches Part 2

Sasebo Burger was delicious, better than most chain burgers I’ve tasted. While the goal was to check out a few more bars, it didn’t pan out that way. Everyplace we kept going to was closed, most likely because it was Sunday night. We found an open sports bar that serves fried chicken. We ordered another round of chuhai’s and watched some rugby. We then ventured to another closed bar, and another, and another. Things began to look bleak until we saw some multi-colored lights coming from a dark alley. We said what-the-hell and made our way in. It was a tiny drinking establishment, no bigger than a kid’s bedroom. There were a couple of guys sitting at the bar, the bartender and karaoke machine. I had been duped into a Japanese karaoke bar (or a place that just happened to have one). After another round of chuhai’s, we commenced singing our best Garth Brooks, Don McClean and Lynyrd Skynyrd. The combined powers of our mustaches brought the house down, people began to pour in from the streets to listen to our sweet voices. After a few songs and some booze, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. We stopped at one more joint then decided it was time to call it quits. It had been a good adventure with Rusty. I recommend using him as a tour guide if you ever make it to the country. He knows all the hole in the wall, dirty local spots.

Daily Quickie: Cheese Curds in Japan!

Nothing says delicious like cheese curds. I made them a road trip snack while I was adventuring thought the northern part of the Midwest during early September of this year (2017). I was cruising over to the bar to wet my whistle, and decided to stop at the mini mart to grab some hydration before I partook in some libations. No shit, staring me in the face as I walked in, we’re some cheese curds from Wisconsin. I was blown away and was not expecting to see such a wondrous sight. I snagged a pack and went on my way. They will make the perfect late night snack.