November 30 2011:
I marched to the gym, it’s a 15 minutes walk – in pissing rain Canada weather. For Nov 29, it’s a cold, grey, rainy day. Today was dead lift day, and I enjoy picking up the weight into the air, like a war god, and (ahem) smashing it down. Yeah!
Then I did 4 x 10 good mornings with the barbell. Good morning is an exercise where you place the bar on your shoulders, and bending over with your back straight with your ass sticking out. Yes, it’s a very homo-erotic exercise. I really never did good morning before but it’s a good exercise. Then I did 4 x 10 of hanging leg lifts. Feels good man.
I don’t know what inspired me, but I ran 2 KM in the rain after the gym session. At one point, I’m gassed out and shuffled like an old man who just finished a group sex marathon .
I don’t like running on the treadmill, the outdoor feels more corporeal; the pavement, the trees, the people standing in the bus shelter in this cold, rainy weather. I feel alive running in the rain, because I’m gald I’m not dying from testicular cancer, or born cripple.
I came back home, ate 4 hard boil eggs, cracked open a beer and have a hot bath.