misc ramblings n' thoughts...
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The Machine... Let me take some time out of my assignment writing to tell you all about The Machine. So today I had a nice swim for a couple hours, a nice run for bout an hour, then I was going to do some light weights and call it a day (and a productive one at that!) So I get to the Strength and Conditioning room and start with my modest weights when in comes in The Machine. Now let me explain, The Machine is about 6 feet tall and muscular. Not the big tough broad-shouldered muscular but more the well-toned and defined muscular with muscles, veins and everything else showing. Rumour has it that this imported Cuban has virtually zero body fat. I've been to the AC for three years now and I've seen him there everyday. His schedule consists of 5-6 hours at the AC or more. Two hours purely in the weight room, two hours sprinting (not running, not jogging, not walking, just full out sprinting), and then another hour or two back in the weight room. He does about 250 laps a day (200m/lap) so that's um, 50 km everyday of sprinting. This man is crazy!!! He's at the AC 5 days a week, five and a half years in a row now. They call him "The Machine" because he just doesn't stop. He keeps going and going, like a well-oiled machine (which is exactly what he is, right down to the oil.) He's the epitome of a "work-out freak." Anyways, back to the story. So he sits down next to me, and I've chatted with him on rare occasions, so between sets, we have nice chit-chat. Sports, weather, school, work, etc. After about 5 sets, he stands up and says, "You know, you should try your curls like this" and proceeds to give a demonstration of his technique. So he helps me out for a little while, which is quite nice of him. After a bit, he picks up about double my weight off the racks, (which I thought was for himself, even though he does like 5 times my amount,) hands it to me, and encourages me to lift something I can barely hold. Anyways, it's hard to turn the Machine down so after another hour and a half of weights (or struggling to lift them), combined with swimming, the running and the extra weights, I sit here fragilely typing away, afraid the slightest twitch of a muscle will tear something. Oh boy, I don't wanna get up tommorrow! It's gonna hurt!!! posted by jamescl | 11:16 PM
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Thanks to my buddies for adding colour to my otherwise dull life.