Today at the gym, I saw myself in the reflection of the window and thought to myself, "I wonder what people would think if they knew the type of music I was listening to." I was wearing a very bright tye-dye t-shirt that I made at Girl Scout Camp, black shorts, my hair was up, and bright blue and green tennis shoes. From this description alone, you probably wouldn't think I was listening to rock, metal (much less heavy metal) or anything else in those genres.
Well that is exactly what I was listening to.
When that thought popped in my head I was listening to Judas Priest followed by Black Sabbath. I had to stop lifting at that moment because I was laughing too hard.
So what do you listen to when you work out? Is it a contradiction to what you wear too?
150. A simple enough number. Divisible by 3 to make three even stacks of 50. A good round number. Not scary at all. Unless...they are days.
Do you know what you are going to be doing in 150 days from today? I bet over half of you don't even know what day that is. Well I'll help ya out. It is going to be September 7th, 2013. It'll be a Saturday. Now most of you are thinking, school has begun again and it's the first weekend off for the semester. Sleeping in, then hanging out with friends during the day and maybe hitting a few bars at night to watch some bands play and catch up with old friends, or hanging out with the family. It doesn't sound scary at all.
Thankfully, that will not be how I will spend my Saturday, September 7th of 2013. I imagine to spend my day something like this: wake up early and get in the car with my mom to drive for an hour or two to a still unknown location. There we will eat our oatmeal as the excitement builds up within us as we duct-tape our shoes to our feet. We will hear the roar of the crowd and the music blaring getting us pumped. Then, it will be our turn. We will scale walls, crawl under barbed wire in thick mud that will pull at our shoes, go swimming (not the leisurely kind with noodles and other floating toys), run through a thick white smoke from a straw fire where we can barely see the ground beneath our feet, go swimming in what feels to be water from the arctic with ice cubes covering the surface, climb cargo nets, jump over and crawl under logs of wood, and make our way through a mile of mud that eats shoes for breakfast, all to end with getting shocked all over the body by 10,000 volts.
In 150 days, I will be doing the Tough Mudder. What will you be doing?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuxQgOgVEG0
When most people think about being addicted to something, it's usually to drugs, or cigarettes or caffeine. Not me. I'm addicted to pain. I'm addicted to the pain of working out.
Let me explain. Two days ago I attended my first "Core Crunch" class here at UW-Milwaukee. It was 30 minutes of hell. All I could see in my minds eye was Jillian Michaels telling me that yes it is going to be hell, but yes I am going to get through it, and yes I will be better because of it. At the end of class, I was begging the instructor for more (and got some dirty looks from the others) but got another song in because of it. Yesterday I attended "Boot Camp." It is an hour long class that worked pretty much every muscle in my body and looked like crap at the end of class. This morning I woke up and yes my muscles are sore, but that tells me that I actually did something. I earned that soreness. I didn't just sit on the couch and watched the world go by, I'm living it.
I have 219 days to get ready, and I'll be damned if I won't be.
