I have had writer’s block lately and have not felt like blogging. Just basically a complete void in my head, as if perhaps I was missing a muse. I also at times have felt like a fraud out here giving fitness advice as I’m still trying to shake the last 3 lbs. for summer. Weekends usually kill me. Last weekend I was in Texas, loading up on BBQ and beer. I ate so many tortilla chips, my nickname could be “Nacho.” This weekend, there is a birthday party for my aunt and another get together Sunday. I worked out hard in Texas. Jumped rope, did pushups and ran 3 to 5 miles each day. The humidity really got to me the last mile. I didn’t stop, but could feel the fatigue. I like it down there and enjoyed the hot weather lounging by the pool drinking Shiners Light.
I finished cycle 5 of 5/3/1. Made all the reps except for the military press. Died at 145 for 1. My pathetic bench press, I did 195 for 2. My squats, I did 325 for 5 and Deadlift, got 325 for 3. I’m going to stay at 150 for my max press. I think it was just a bad rep to tell you the truth. Deload week, I did lots of kettlebell complexes. The highlight was doing the Helion with a 55 lb. bell. 20 minutes, ladder fashion 2,4,6,8,10,10,8,6,4,2. Rest as needed. 2 hand swing, one hand swing, thruster (squat to press) switch hands. A real ball buster.
For cycle 6, I’m changing things up a little. Physically, I feel I can crank up the workouts a little bit and do them 6 days a week. I’m still going to do 5/3/1, but reducing the days to 2 a week. Then I’m doing to do heavy kettlebells 2 days a week and metabolic conditioning with kettlebells 2 days a week. It will look something like this.
Monday 5/3/1, Squats/Bench Press/Pullups
Tuesday Double 70 kettlebells Double Swings /Deadlift 5 sets of 10, Military Press/Double Rows 5 ladders of 1,2,3
Wednesday Off (24 hour Fast Day)
Thursday 5/3/1 Deadlift/Military Press/Pullups
Friday Double 70 kettlebells Squats 10 x 5/One Arm Snatch 10/5,5 Floor Press, 10 x 5/Double Rows 10 x 5
Saturday/Sunday Metabolic conditioning with kettlebells
I’m going to try this for a month. I’m getting drawn back to the kettlebells so this is a good fit. I’m also taking a supplement that is supposed to help with recovery, and to tell you the truth, it’s not a placebo. I feel like I’m 25 again. You can follow my workouts on tumblr at http://www.bchaseflynn.tumblr.com
Onto the rant:
Things that drive me crazy.
1. Reality TV shows. I’ve officially sworn them off. They are all over-produced and fake as well as talent competitions. Nothing will make me leave a room faster than seeing Dancing with the D-Listers, So You Think You Can Dance (will someone please fix Cat (I hate the nickname Cat) Deeley’s Long and Winding Nose?) Or American Idol, listening to the emasculated Keith Urban, Yo Dog Jackson, and the two Divas judge people on my television.
2. When there aren’t any good tunes on the radio. I have an interesting taste in music. I like old stuff for the most part. I hate Maroon 5, Flo-rida, Pit-Bull, (if you ask me who is worse Flo or Pit, I’ll say Maroon 5) Taylor Swift, Coldgay, Fun, Beyonce and that douchebag she is married to. I do like Ke$ha and Britney Spears however. So when I flip around to the 70′s on 7 for example, I want to hear some good quiche. You know, Goodbye Girl by David Gates, maybe a little England Dan and John Ford Coley, 10CC, Firefall, Lou Rawls, the Hues Corporation, Spinners, etc. This is a list of groups I don’t want to hear: Bachman Turner Overdrive, The Hollies, Supertramp, Bad Company, Kansas, Boston, Manfred Mann, Free, Steely Dan (those pickles suck), Tiny Dancer by Elton John, Van Morrison, Maggie Mae by Rod Steward, and most of all Aerosmith. Aerosmith in its time was a good band. But being in the Boston area, you turn on the classic rock stations, you will hear them 3 times an hour. Joe Perry, grew up in my town, and used to play guitar 5 houses around the corner from the BVK Compound. I don’t ever want to hear them again. Yesterday was a good radio day. On the Love Song network, I heard Endless Love twice. Once on the way to work and once on the way home. That’s a good return on my $100 yearly investment.
3. Facebook. I admit, I was a user of Facebook for about 2 years. At first, I thought it was a great way to catch up with people in the past. I voluntarily quit at the beginning of 2011. I lost complete interest and wanted to just disappear. Unfortunately, I have a son that is a teenager and on it. I have to monitor it on a weekly basis. I’ll swing over to my family and friends pages monthly to see what’s up. It’s still the same social cesspool. Why?
a. There is no such thing as discretion. I don’t care about your hemorrhoids or that you don’t feel well or struggled with your 3 mile run at a 12 minute pace. Or that you have a 12 hour day at the restaurant. Keep it to yourself. I knew a guy who was dying of cancer, some knucklehead who I grew up with, announced it to 500 people that he was undergoing surgery. The patient hadn’t told anyone. The biggest highlight all time on Facebook was an argument over which little league was better in Marlborough. The second was the fight my brother and cousin got into last November over a flippant remark my brother wrote. I was SO glad I wasn’t involved. Highly amused however.
b. I’m not interested in the fact that you are eating an Italian calzone at the Hanley Ale House in Providence (actually that was my lunch today) or the picture you take of it and your glass of wine or beer.
c. Your political opinions or debates of the day are a waste of space. More than likely, since I went 1 for 14 last election, I’m not going to agree with you. For the record, I’m done voting, forever. Read this and get back to me. http://www.bostonglobe.com/news/politics/2013/05/11/freshman-lawmakers-are-introduced-permanent-hunt-for-campaign-money/YQMMMoqCNxGKh2h0tOIF9H/story.html Absolutely disgraceful
d. You did not come from a perfect gene pool like myself. You married down, your spouse is ugly and most of your kids aren’t cute. Some are adorable, but that’s the minority. I can’t believe some of these people come from the same blood line as me.
e. It would be a lot more fun if they had a thumbs down button as well.
f. The fitness pages are for sycophantic ball washers.
g. I still feel the same anti-social tendencies coming through when I’m on it. It brings out the mean side in me and I don’t like it. When I was on it I found myself hiding people, defriending them, only to have them request me back. Honest, I hid cousins, adult friends, aunts. I didn’t want people wishing me happy birthday whom I didn’t know anymore. I tried to keep the list to 150, but it kept creeping up on me. I used to say if you weren’t aggravating someone at least once a week you weren’t using it to your fullest entertainment value and many laughs for yourself.
h. I can’t believe some people have over 500 friends. I have over 1100 people on LinkedIn and I can honestly say, I know and have spoken to 1000 of them. My job is networking, and believe me, I’ve been thinking of doing some de-linking. Also have been turning down most invitations. But as far as friends go, I’d rather be close with a precious few who know me as the person I am. Give me real friends, not acquaintances. I mean what do you say to most of these “friends/relatives” other than…Hi! How are you? Hope all is going well. Thanks for the invitation to Farmville, but I have a life outside of Facebook.
i. Twitter is the way to go. 140 characters, no thumbs up, instant news feed, easy click of a button to unfollow. Best decision for me was quitting that time waster.
4. People who curl in the squat rack. We have one squat rack in the gym. Your Olympic bar with a dime on each side isn’t going to give you the big guns.
5. Red lights mean yellow lights in Rhode Island. I’ve almost been killed twice on Memorial Blvd by some Toyota driving asshole (different driver, but still a Toyota) running a red light. Haste makes waste, slow down. I haven’t gotten a ticket since 1993, though I did get busted a month ago doing a 58 in a 30. Luckily, I was still in North Smithfield, RI and had slowed down when the Millville MA cop pulled me over after I crossed the border. He welcomed me back to the Commonwealth, and just politely asked me to drive slow. WHEW!
6. Lack of follow through. You sit in meetings, come up with all these great ideas on how to improve something, and leave with high hopes. Then crickets, no implementation, it falls by the way side.
7. Having my time completely wasted. At least three times last week waiting around, I said to myself, “that’s (x) hours/minutes I’m never getting back… Once was at an amusement park, once at a baggage claim and once at a soccer tryout that was supposed to end at 7:30 and went to 8:05. FOR 10-11 YEAR OLDS. Fucking cattle call.
8. Bad grammar and writing. Ending sentences in prepositions, using the word (like) all the time, using double negatives. Lord knows I wasn’t an English major, but there are just some basic tenets that can make you sound educated. My buddy Cookie used to say about himself that he spoke at a collegiate level. I used to laugh then, but admire him now.
9. Baseball pants without the elastic in the cuff. Bad fashion statement
10. Tardiness, being messy and lacking organization. Quite an ugly threesome if you ask me. Everyone has these moments, but all the time? You can’t go through life flying from the seat of your pants. If you’re late, vow to leave 15 minutes earlier. This is about discipline. If you lost something, write down where you put stuff. If you don’t need it, throw it away. Messiness drives me nuts. My kids leave candy wrappers out, my older son didn’t unpack his suitcase for 2 days after we got back home. Life is about 5 minute efforts. I can’t believe the number of times I’ve had to drive to school because of forgotten homework.
11. Getting bombs dropped on me. At work, the guy who told me the day before I went on vacation that if I got him 110k (20% pay hike, closer to home, better quality of life) he was ready to leave KPMG and then two days later told me he was staying, but couldn’t articulate why. Here’s the answer, “you lack testicular fortitude and you’re going to be a tax bitch for your career.”
12. Seeing the people I don’t want to see and not seeing the people I really want to see. You know those friends that you’ve kind of lost touch with and don’t miss, but they keep creeping back into your life? And then being forced/feel obligated to make social plans with them? It’s okay, I still like you even though we have nothing in common, and there’s nothing left to talk about. I don’t want to ever drive the hour to your house anymore. Whereas schedules, distance, keep you from being with the ones you want. The weekend in Texas was the perfect example. I really wanted to see them, it was a great time being around people who wanted to be with me. Not the ones who act like they’re doing me a favor hosting me at their house.
13. Being told how to think through propaganda. I have my opinions and prejudices. I’m an educated man with a graduate degree. Don’t tell me how I should think or feel. (Can you hear My Way by Frank Sinatra playing in the background?)
14. Accents. We all have them, some are worse than others. My sister told me how much she liked accents. Can’t agree with you lass. Love Australians, don’t like the accent. Unfortunately, I have a Boston accent that slips once in a great while. If I speak fast, am nervous or intoxicated, it will slip. My Moms grew up in Hartford and made sure we pronounced our “r” s. I’m glad she did. My brother and wombmate, who is also a Facebook freak, defied her and has it.
15. Unsolicited opinions/advice. I have a relative whom I love dearly, and for the first 1/2 of their life preached tolerance. Now, the most opinionated, intolerant person I know. Aren’t liberals supposed to feel and be empathetic? One of my cousins won’t speak to this person, because this person said, “all Republicans are assholes.” Whatever, not the first time I’ve been called that word. When I see the person, all I can think is “my God, I don’t agree with anything they say.”
Starting to feel the sweet sensation of sanity flowing back in my brain. Cheerio!