I had just arrived at the gym when it struck, and I happened to be in the middle taking a piss. Yeah. I thought somebody was going HAAAM on the deadlifts, but alas. Kept my control tho, thankfully.
And then they issued a mandatory evacuation of the gym, so we had to wait outside for a good 15-20min whilst they checked to make sure it was safe to go back inside.
Sure enough, they issued the all clear, and we all proceeded to go back into the gym to carry on with our workouts.
I felt the urge to take a pre-workout poop, so I went into stall to take care of business. And then a motherfucking strong-ass aftershock struck. Yeah. Not fun. Very awkward.
I took that one as a sign not to work out, and considering the high likelihood of more noticable aftershocks in the coming hour, I decided it was safest to just go home. Not trying to drown or have the pool floor crack beneath me, nawmsayin’.
But yeah man, that earthquake + afterschock experience. Pretty interesting.
Open, Blunt, and sometimes even uncomfortable conversations,
I live for those. So many interesting ideas get exchanged, and you tend to learn a few interesting perspectives on certain aspects of life. The tension is real, and it adds a unique dimension of excitement to the conversation.
In all honesty, despite the whole being single thing, today was a damn good day.
Went to class, came back home, took a glorious 2 hour nap, went back to campus for one kickass weightlifting workout, helped a friend in need, and had one hell of an impromptu jam session with one of the apartment-mates. That shit lasted for almost 2 hours, yo. I was able to re-learn one of my favorite guitar solos from high school, and better yet it only took me about 10 minutes before I got it down.
Oh yeah, and I met a really cute girl at the gym today, too.
But seriously though, thank you to everyone who was a part of this day. I love y’all.
Every time I get less than 4 hours of sleep, I feel a unique kind of exhaustion. I don’t really know how to describe it. If I get anywhere between 5-8, I feel tired, but largely competent in a mental and physical sense. When I go below the 4-hour threshold, however, I just feel… slow. My eyes feel sunken. This almost indescribable sensation—something dirty, slightly adhesive, and murky overall—floods my eyelids every time I blink.
On the bright side, I was able to manage a half-mile swim, a 1.5-2 hour long full body workout, and Philip’s workshop. All while having crappy ass lung capacity and overall just physically feeling like shit.
My body hates me right now, but it was fucking worth it.
Oh yeah, and that awkward foot cramp while doing leg extensions? As Jeff so eloquently put it, I looked like a little bitch when it happened.
Regardless, today was one hell of a productive day.
Words cannot describe how important that shit is to me.
The older I get, the more introverted I become, and the more I value time spent completely alone. Granted, I absolutely love spending time out with my friends, but with every major event I need time away to simply “recuperate” from all the social interaction that goes on in a single day.
It’s a reason why I tend to eat lunch alone. You know, it’s a quick 30min-1hr break, where I can just gather my thoughts and proceed onward with the day.
It’s also reason why I tend to prefer to workout alone. Especially swimming. I can go at my own pace, let my thoughts wander, and just… think. Same goes with lifting weights. I can control the pace, and overall just do what I want to do, at least with regards to the plan of my workout.
Not many people like burn-out workouts. I love them.
That was quite possibly the most physically tiring day I’ve had since the beginning of the year. Good shit.
I can still do two-a-day workouts, which means I’m much closer to where I want to be than I had originally thought. Still, there is a TON of work to do.
I’m gonna start incorporating abs and legs starting next week, so hopefully I can trim that stubborn layer of baby fat this time around. That shit was near-impossible in high school, and that was with two-a-day workouts every single weekday.
Running, leg days, LOTS of crunches, sit ups, and leg raises, and if I’m feeling it, maybe even some crossfit. WHO WANTS TO JOIN ME?! :D
You will get into the best shape of your life, I promise you.
Hit the gym tonight and proceeded to do a rather punishing upper-body workout with the weights. I then headed straight for the locker room, changed, and hit the pool for a 1-mile swim, with half of that done using the butterfly stroke. As far as the butterfly is concerned, that’s pretty much a new personal record for me.
Sure, why not. 2014 is the year where things happen, yo.
First of all, I need get my Igorot body into tip-top shape for SPCN in May. If I’m gonna be performing onstage at Royce wearing a nothing but a man-thong and a lioncloth, I better look damn good doing it. To those who may be unaware, this is for a culture show.
What am I gonna do about it?
Well, my Winter Quarter schedule is packed, so I can’t spend as much time working out as I’d like to. With that said, the goal is to spend about an hour of each day working out: either swimming, running, or lifting weights. I’m lucky in that these past 4 years swimming have given me a rather dense build (I’m 150lbs at 5’4”), so I don’t need to go tooooo crazy with building muscle. I do need to do plenty of swimming and running, however, as toning the body will take the longest.
Again, Winter Quarter will be crazy, and I will unfortunately have to put this off if things get too intense, but hopefully I can manage.
Next? Guitar. These next six months will most likely be my last as far as a serious commitment to dancing goes (unless I decide to do CG or TM or something post-grad), which means the majority of my “artistic” focus will go back to improving myself at the guitar.
I wanna start dabbling in songwriting and overall musical composition. I’m starting to get a pretty good idea of what I want my “sound” to be like, so I want to spend more time exploring what this “sound” actually is. Maybe record & upload a cover or two.
Programming. Yes. Hell fucking yes. I just need to learn more of it. All of it. So much fun. I don’t care how nerdy you think it is. Maybe become a programmer or developer in a few years. Who knows? Worst case scenario, I’ll keep it as a hobby.
Lastly, well, these are more-or-less internal matters, so I’ll keep it brief:
I don’t know man, I just feel so humbled and grateful for everything. Great friends, a loving team, and just good vibes overall. The stress is definitely there, but the people I’ve been around with lately have made getting through each day so much easier.
Long story short—I’m genuinely enjoying life right now. Do you know how rare that is?!
This concept is probably one of the hardest-ever to master: knowing what to say, when to say it, and how to go about saying it. More importantly: knowing when it’s best to keep quiet and not say anything at all.