Tina Fey has been training my co-workers. On how to manage me when she leaves. You walk in and she’s crying. What do you do? Give her food. She’s smiling. Looks happy. What do you do? Give her food. She is existing anywhere near you. What do you do? Give her food. We get this, … Continue reading Caution: Leg Day
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Friday Night Fitness
I slept in this morning. Felt amazing. My body needed it, too. On account of the gym. Last night. A Friday night. I don’t go to the gym on a Friday night. I’ve got better things to do on a Friday night. (The new Mandalorian episodes are released on Fridays. And I don’t wanna hear … Continue reading Friday Night Fitness
Catch Me If You Can
So, we’ve skipped straight over fall right into frozen tundra. And I spent a lot of time walking in and out of well-heated buildings today. In and out of the frozen tundra. I didn’t want to go to the gym. I wanted to go home. To sweatpants. And blankets. And basketball. And so very much … Continue reading Catch Me If You Can
Return to PFSF
I just spent 28 minutes arguing with my body. About whether or not we had to shower before work. I mean, we showered after the gym last night. Let’s sleep in. But that was only a cursory shower. We should actually clean all the places. Why? Who are we trying to impress at work? And … Continue reading Return to PFSF
We Call Him J-Vicious For A Reason
I just ate half a rotisserie chicken. And a jar of pickle juice. In my car. On my way home from the gym. One of my co-workers suggested I need more protein in my diet. As he judged me for the bags of potato chips I was shoving into my mouth. What’s more protein than … Continue reading We Call Him J-Vicious For A Reason
End Of A Birth Celebration Week
It's Friday, y'all. My birthday week is winding down. There will be no fitness for me today. Because yesterday So what's happening here is this. NO ONE except Liz and I showed up for Arm Day yesterday. And because J-Vicious knows that partner workouts are the worst things ever... This is me holding a low … Continue reading End Of A Birth Celebration Week
Leg Day Tattoo
I just asked a stranger to go to the store for me. I sat in my car. In the Dollar General parking lot. Rolled down my window. And asked the dude walking past me to go into the store for me. Because this. That is the imprint of a 55 pound weight. Because when you're … Continue reading Leg Day Tattoo
Birthday Burpee Fest
You're gonna regret that.Psht. You don't know. You're not the boss of me. Fall Risk brought me presents. And I couldn't not eat the chocolate. The dark chocolate. The Dove Dark Chocolate. And I knew what was about to happen would probably suck pretty hard. So I'd needed the fuel. Plus, who listens to J-Vicious, … Continue reading Birthday Burpee Fest
Arm Day Errors
I didn't use the restroom at work at all yesterday. Not because I didn't need to. Or because I didn't have time. But because leg day. Because I struggled with the transition between sitting and standing. Because the specific design of a toilet seat aggravates my already angry hamstrings. So when I got to PlayFITStayFIT, … Continue reading Arm Day Errors
Leg Day Problems
I just walked into a wall. Now, I'mma be real. This is not an unusual occurrence for me. This morning I walked into the same set of lockers. Three times. In a row... Like, I was helping a student find his homeroom. Then backed up into a set of lockers. Then realized I'd misjudged my … Continue reading Leg Day Problems
Shine My Way 