This and that...

[denny]

To the gym again this evening. It was kind of easy really. Didn't try to overdo anything, as I pushed myself a bit hard on Saturday and was worried about the backlash (which was less than I was expecting, but still, no point in being silly twice in one week). Zoomed through my whole programme up to the last couple of things, where I got a bit derailed by something unexpected - not a physical slump, but an emotional one. The reason? A couple on the exercise mats to the right of where I was using the shoulder press machine, discussing my leg rather audibly:

Her: "Eww, that's horrible!"
Him: "Eh? Oh! Yeah, bit stomach-turning."

Thanks very much for that. You only 'had' to look at it for a few minutes, I have to live with it every day. Bastards.

I was actually surprised by how much that upset me. Made getting the last couple of sets done a bit hard going, but I soldiered through them and then drove home with a certain amount of um, flair. Shiny car with loud stereo make everything better :)


Things I will be posting periodic reminders about:
Twitter - let all your friends know what you're up to via SMS.
Circus on the Circus - a circus skills event near my flat.

I've invited my kid brother to come down and stay on the weekend of the latter. He lives in Norfolk, is 18 this year (omg! I am teh old!!) and is better at every circus toy we have in common, plus he can do a few more too. Flash git. :)

Comments

[romauld.livejournal.com]

Given how much I like (and respect) you it's not surprising that this has pissed me off, but the level of anger I'm currently suppressing is rather extreme.

Having considered it, I think it's because I grew up in a culture that is much closer to its warrior past than this one (and which has significantly worse health-care). Someone carries the kind of thing you do, it is immediate evidence that they have survived a seriously life-threatening incident: and in your case, not only survived but recovered and have the will-power to start working out in a fucking gym. You do not diss people with scars. You respect the fact they had the balls and the heart to get back on their feet.

"This is what happens if there isn't a land war for a couple of generations, and the cannon fodder is allowed to breed"
- Karla Parussel.

[flannelcat.livejournal.com]

Seconded.

All of your wisdom is scar-tissue.

[ulorin-vex.livejournal.com]

*nods*