Maintaining the Fire in my Eyes.

With my GROIN recovering, I went to the Y. Being out and about actually seemed to help, as sitting idle tended to emphasis the discomfort in moving. I avoided all lower-body activities. I did do the one ab machine with little discomfort. I’ll be more aggressive when it heals. Thanks to whoever gave me that Krista Smash website. I couldn’t help but be amused at a guy who was lifting more weight than I could – but was doing it wrong. Rather than holding his body steady, he was using his entire body to SWING the weight up. Uhhh. Even I could have told you that it’s not a good idea to do that. Do whatever you can do in one fluid motion.

Feeling more confident, I decided to do some pull-ups. Been a while. Surely I could still do it. Of course I could. Unlike freeweights, there’s something life-survival about pull-ups. You should be able to move your own weight, no? The ability to lift 131 pounds of my own weight. I kept my form as much as possible and was able to do.. six? I think. I remember Senior Year of high school, I actually tried to do pull-ups, rather than doing a token one. As my teacher watched, I ended up doing twelve. I shocked myself. I don’t think it’s because I was all that much stronger, I think it’s because I still weight nothing. *laughs* All those years of trying to do pull-ups overhand and struggling. Once I switched to underhand, suddenly I could move!

I alternated machines and freeweights until I felt my arms tense, tired, but not overly fatigued. Took a shower. Wearing fresh bikinis and the jeans I had on before, I noticed a PSWG1 in the corner trying to use his locker to shield himself. I was amused. Probably shouldn’t have, but I sneaked a peek at his pecker. *laughs* Locker room etiquette, yadda yadda. I’m sure the newness of being surrounded by nude males will go away soon enough.

I was hungry. I thought I’d GOTO CCM, eat, and then study. I very SLOWLY walked across campus checking to see that every building was locked. “Hrm. This is definitely NOT Rutgers.” Talking to myself out loud, I considered my options. I knew coming home would kill my mood. I have a hard enough time studying here. I was hungry. But, what the fuck is there to eat here? A burger from the Randolph Diner sounded really good. But then I thought, “What kind of person goes to a diner by themselves?”

I paused. This was an “I can’t!” Ah! An opportunity to try something different! The fire returned to my eyes and I went to the aforementioned diner. I picked a random booth and sat down. Suddenly, it hit me, “Dude. You can do you’re homework here!” Then it hit me, “DUDE! You can be the wandering writer who stops in random diners and orders the same shit over and over again!” Pity I hate coffee. Maybe there’s something else I could order.

I flipped the advertisement mat over and starting writing out what it was that I was avoiding in each class. I partitioned everything out. I don’t need to do all that stupid Unix homework in one shot. I do need to look over the calc, because I need to relearn basic integration rules. Keeping up with econ won’t be hard. I reminded myself to either buy a friggin thumbdrive or format some old three-inch floppies.

I ate my burger. It was good. The bill was more than White Castle was last night. But c`mon. It was a GOOD burger and won’t make me queasy in the morning. (Yes, I had White Castle Effect this morning.)

To Scorpio Frost: Proper stretching, and a wee bit of exercise should strengthen your GROIN.. Odds are, if you do a couple squats and fatigue yourself, you’ll easily pull your GROIN. Heh. GROIN!! Sorry, I’m just too entirely amused by that word. I remember what happened last time. This will come to pass, then I’ll be able to stretch a bit more, and build up my GROIN muscles.

Oh, and to follow up on the Krista Smash bit. There’s actually a decent amount of girls working out. Or maybe I notice because I’m, you know, attracted to females. I think they could all kick my ass. *laughs* I mean that in a positive way! They’re not huge, they just look like they know what they’re doing. As a male, I not only have to deal with internal acceptence from the rest of the male population, I have to deal with wondering whether girls are thinking I’m a weakling. : P Hmm. I think I have something to counter that.

Timmy™ (2:19:00 AM): Dude.
Timmy™ (2:19:04 AM): I decided I want to be buff.
Timmy™ (2:19:07 AM): So I’ve started working out.
Emmy (2:19:09 AM): oh no, timmy!
Emmy (2:19:10 AM): no!!!
Emmy (2:19:15 AM): you’re perfect just the way you are!
Timmy™ (2:19:19 AM): *laughs*
Timmy™ (2:19:26 AM): I want to be stronger!
Timmy™ (2:19:32 AM): Higher metabolish!
Timmy™ (2:19:36 AM): ..Maybe drop five pounds!
Timmy™ (2:19:37 AM): *laughs*
Timmy™ (2:19:41 AM): I’d love to be 125 again.
Emmy (2:19:51 AM): NO TIMMY STOP!
Emmy (2:19:54 AM): *cries*
Emmy (2:19:59 AM): i love your puny arms!

*laughs* I’ll tune Emmy out. I’ll always be a PSWG at heart, but c`mon, I want to prove I can be buff like everyone else. Kitten or a mountain lion? GGRRAAAWWWRRR!!!!!!!

On that note, I’ll share that I slept with my pound puppy last night for the first time in a decade. I was restless, but as soon as I snuggle up, I fell asleep almost instantly. *purrs*

1. Pale Scrawny White Guy, for those not up on my lingo.