I'm baaaaaaaaack
Oh, livejournal, I've been absent. But I just found the thing to bring me back to you.
First, the nonsense to catch up on. I was in LA to see Endeavour fly in. I was at a small stretch of sidewalk by LAX and we were treated to three fly-bys as well as seeing it land on the nearest runway. I finally relented and allowed ABC to interview me. I understand that they especially loved one part of that interview where the reporter asked me about all the stuff I was carrying. I was active on twitter and facebook via my phone, carrying a set of binoculars, a radio tuned to LAX's South tower frequency, and a camera. I was by far the best informed person there and the news crews started taking their cue from me announcing when "SoCal" was going to fly by again.
Secondly, the idea for the moustache has crystallized. Now I've gotta get the rest of the costume!
Thirdly -- and this is the big one -- I read a book called "Muscle" a while ago at the recommendation of an acquaintance (You're somewhere out there, danh. I know you are.). It's an interesting read about a guy who's gets bullied and scared. He decides to become a bodybuilder to act as a deterrant. He ends up as a gym rat, taking steroids, and starving himself to get more cut.
By chance, I started talking to some old friends who live in Venice. They've been lifting for about a decade now and I was reminded a bit of the mindset from that book. I decided on a whim to ask them how one becomes a bodybuilder.
They laughed at me at first. They realized I was serious eventually.
So, first thing's first. I'm pretty trim. I've had a sub-10% body fat content for a while. The last time I checked I was around 8% which is ridiculously low. Michael Phelps measures in around 6% and I oughta be a long way off from him considering that I usually blow off things like 'diet' and 'exercise' in favor of sitting in front of a screen and drinking massive amounts of soda.
That's a good thing and a bad thing. The good part is that I'm starting from a place of relative fitness. The bad part is that my abs have always been hidden under a layer of fat. I've got good abs under there, but since my body insists on putting all my fat on my belly, it's never come out.
One of the guys said that there's no way in hell that I'll ever have a six pack. Hearing that made me promise myself that I was going to work myself into the ground if I had to.
First, the nonsense to catch up on. I was in LA to see Endeavour fly in. I was at a small stretch of sidewalk by LAX and we were treated to three fly-bys as well as seeing it land on the nearest runway. I finally relented and allowed ABC to interview me. I understand that they especially loved one part of that interview where the reporter asked me about all the stuff I was carrying. I was active on twitter and facebook via my phone, carrying a set of binoculars, a radio tuned to LAX's South tower frequency, and a camera. I was by far the best informed person there and the news crews started taking their cue from me announcing when "SoCal" was going to fly by again.
Secondly, the idea for the moustache has crystallized. Now I've gotta get the rest of the costume!
Thirdly -- and this is the big one -- I read a book called "Muscle" a while ago at the recommendation of an acquaintance (You're somewhere out there, danh. I know you are.). It's an interesting read about a guy who's gets bullied and scared. He decides to become a bodybuilder to act as a deterrant. He ends up as a gym rat, taking steroids, and starving himself to get more cut.
By chance, I started talking to some old friends who live in Venice. They've been lifting for about a decade now and I was reminded a bit of the mindset from that book. I decided on a whim to ask them how one becomes a bodybuilder.
They laughed at me at first. They realized I was serious eventually.
So, first thing's first. I'm pretty trim. I've had a sub-10% body fat content for a while. The last time I checked I was around 8% which is ridiculously low. Michael Phelps measures in around 6% and I oughta be a long way off from him considering that I usually blow off things like 'diet' and 'exercise' in favor of sitting in front of a screen and drinking massive amounts of soda.
That's a good thing and a bad thing. The good part is that I'm starting from a place of relative fitness. The bad part is that my abs have always been hidden under a layer of fat. I've got good abs under there, but since my body insists on putting all my fat on my belly, it's never come out.
One of the guys said that there's no way in hell that I'll ever have a six pack. Hearing that made me promise myself that I was going to work myself into the ground if I had to.