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Anticipation

Anticipation

It’s going to hurt. I know this already, and it’s not a pain I’m looking forward to. I’m sure I’ll be sore afterwards, for days probably.
People are going to be there, watching me. They’re going to know that I haven’t got a lot of experience with this sort of thing.
I’m not even sure if I have the right clothes. I just know I’ll be embarrassed, even if people are friendly I’m going to feel like a poser. Why am I even doing this?

I guess you can tell, I’m rather dreading my first visit to the gym.

My membership deal starts tomorrow. Initially my intention is to go for at least half an hour every day, just for cardio, and an hour several times a week for more intense workouts. Honestly I haven’t a fucking clue how to go about getting into shape. I got goals, well vague ones. I want to “be fit” as in, I don’t want to find myself getting winded doing anything that isn’t really intense. I’ve been told repeatedly that regular exercises is going to help me sleep, so I’d like that to start happening.

I’m oscillating right now between thinking this is going to be impossibly difficult and unpleasant, to thinking it’s only going to be a few weeks before I have the body of a Greek god.

With one notable exception.

On the one hand I hate exercise for its own sake, it’s tedious, difficult, boring, hard, uninteresting, dull -you get the point.  On the other hand I am blessed with a fairly decent metabolism. I when worked in a factory for a year or so, and just moving heavy objects on a regular basis had me in pretty OK shape. I wasn’t ripped, but I had better muscle definition than I’ve gotten out of the last couple years of making lattes and doing jack squat when it comes to physical activity.

It’s strange the things that influence ones ideas about what’s cool, or attractive. For some reason I remember watching some VH1 program, possibly I love the 90’s, and the female commentators were going nuts over R&b artist D’angelo’s obliques. So I want some obliques, and a six pack to go with them, up my muscle tone all around.

I promised pictures, and I think it will be encouraging to be able to see my progress, or at the very least it would be humiliating to put up before pictures and then quit without making a noticeable difference.

Or I could skip the work out and just try standing up straight and smiling.

Pictures for me are a no-win situation, In artificial light, no one looks good, and in natural sunlight I spontaneously burst into flames. Geeze, I’m as nervous about the pictures as I am the working out.

I am too self conscious about these to insert clever captions

Seriously, nothing funny is coming to mind.

Dear God I hope I don’t become a Meme.

13 thoughts on “Anticipation

  1. Ferns

    I love love LOVE these photos!! Your smile is completely infectious and adorable!! *smiles back… waves… smiles some more*

    You are a cutie pie!! Um… I mean… your are a manly man among men!!

    “So I want some obliques, and a six pack to go with them”

    Adonis belt… look it up.

    Look… above… complete overuse of exclamation marks, that’s how excited I was over the photos!!!!

    +!!!!!!!!!!!

    Ferns

  2. dumbdomme

    I’m with Ferns! You’re adorable!

    Cute smile, beautiful blonde hair… and along with the fantastic sense of humor, smarts, and good writing… I’ll take two, please. 🙂 Oh, and I LOVE love love pale skin. 🙂

    BTW, email me dumbdomme@gmail.com — I have a present for you that may or may not be meme-like. 🙂

  3. Lady Donovan

    Aw. You have a nice smile! You can do it. I know you can. Just walking in the gym is a good first step. I really need to get a gym membership myself. It’s just a question of when I can get over there…

    Lady D

  4. Gregory Allen

    I have a job that keeps me reasonably active, and I try to ignore the health experts who say, “Yeah, but you have to get your heart rate up for twenty minutes a day.” I’m not saying they aren’t right. I’m saying I try to ignore them.

    I don’t know where you’re going to find the initiative to get to the gym after reading comments from all these dominant ladies complimenting you. I’d say you’re good to go! If they don’t think it’s broken, what do you have to fix? ; )

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