Good evening,
Whatever I said in the morning that was negative should be invalidated by what I say now. Today has been a pretty good day. I've sent off three job applications, did a bit of a job search, watched a few programmes and I went training. The training session today was about 90-100 minutes long. Here I was thinking that I'd finish after an hour.
The real coup de grace (is that a term? I'll use it anyway) was on the rowing machine. I saw that the pull/chin up bar was occupied so I decided to venture to some cardio. I didn't focus on much of the ab excercises today (I quickly got tired when I started them) so I lightly went around doing some of the upper body, I used one of the leg curls and then I ended up on the rower. I thought I would do something longer than my usual 2000m so I decided to go for 10,000m, that's 10 clicks.
After I did the first 2000m I realised that I expended about 100kcal, I then started doing the math and predicted it would be about 500kcal for this 10km workout. I was excited at the prospect. There were aspects of the workout which were a little monotonous. I started getting emotionally involved while watching 'Come Dine with Me' and 'Coach Trip' on Channel 4. I shouldn't really say this but I saw an alumni in one of the programs I saw on TV today. I find it odd where my alumnus end up. Many of the people in grad school are RE teachers now, some are PhDs, one of them is in Oxford as a postdoc now. Two of them work in higher positions than me (well anything is higher than an intern) in the same industry and one of them has probably met a very important politician.
But I digress, I thought about a lot of shit and I was amused by the facade created by these people. One of the chicks in come dine with me was really cute, lets not beat about the bush: pretty ladies make me work out harder. I want to be a pretty boy, and thus find validation in a way that my intellect can never provide (unfortunately). I forgot to mention that my initial workout when I started consisted of a 60kcal run at 8.7 mph. Last week I could manage about 40 and then I quit, the session previous to current I managed 50, and then 55 but at a real push. Today I managed 60, I'm quite proud of that. Extreme cardiovascular is very good for a warmup (so the trainer says) and the better I am at that intensive excercise, the happier I am about my fitness, and of course the fitter I am.
On the subject of fitness, I still have my winnie the pooh belly, but objectively speaking my weight has gone up and also my fitness. Diet has something to play of course. I'm really clad that I'm getting more fit. I now need to work on my definition. Yes I just made a whole blog post about my indulgent gym fetish. Its better than laying ni bed making lava in my dream world to forget about memories. Time to get my thumb out of my arse and get on with life, and tasks.
P.S. A song that really pumps me up at the gym is Stratovarius' Kiss of Judas
Stratovarius - Kiss of Judas (Jyrki-live)
Whatever I said in the morning that was negative should be invalidated by what I say now. Today has been a pretty good day. I've sent off three job applications, did a bit of a job search, watched a few programmes and I went training. The training session today was about 90-100 minutes long. Here I was thinking that I'd finish after an hour.
The real coup de grace (is that a term? I'll use it anyway) was on the rowing machine. I saw that the pull/chin up bar was occupied so I decided to venture to some cardio. I didn't focus on much of the ab excercises today (I quickly got tired when I started them) so I lightly went around doing some of the upper body, I used one of the leg curls and then I ended up on the rower. I thought I would do something longer than my usual 2000m so I decided to go for 10,000m, that's 10 clicks.
After I did the first 2000m I realised that I expended about 100kcal, I then started doing the math and predicted it would be about 500kcal for this 10km workout. I was excited at the prospect. There were aspects of the workout which were a little monotonous. I started getting emotionally involved while watching 'Come Dine with Me' and 'Coach Trip' on Channel 4. I shouldn't really say this but I saw an alumni in one of the programs I saw on TV today. I find it odd where my alumnus end up. Many of the people in grad school are RE teachers now, some are PhDs, one of them is in Oxford as a postdoc now. Two of them work in higher positions than me (well anything is higher than an intern) in the same industry and one of them has probably met a very important politician.
But I digress, I thought about a lot of shit and I was amused by the facade created by these people. One of the chicks in come dine with me was really cute, lets not beat about the bush: pretty ladies make me work out harder. I want to be a pretty boy, and thus find validation in a way that my intellect can never provide (unfortunately). I forgot to mention that my initial workout when I started consisted of a 60kcal run at 8.7 mph. Last week I could manage about 40 and then I quit, the session previous to current I managed 50, and then 55 but at a real push. Today I managed 60, I'm quite proud of that. Extreme cardiovascular is very good for a warmup (so the trainer says) and the better I am at that intensive excercise, the happier I am about my fitness, and of course the fitter I am.
On the subject of fitness, I still have my winnie the pooh belly, but objectively speaking my weight has gone up and also my fitness. Diet has something to play of course. I'm really clad that I'm getting more fit. I now need to work on my definition. Yes I just made a whole blog post about my indulgent gym fetish. Its better than laying ni bed making lava in my dream world to forget about memories. Time to get my thumb out of my arse and get on with life, and tasks.
P.S. A song that really pumps me up at the gym is Stratovarius' Kiss of Judas
Stratovarius - Kiss of Judas (Jyrki-live)
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