Starting at the beginning of 2011, I jumped on board the get fit train, going to gym regularly, swimming, doing circuits and on odd days using machines. Over the last few months I transferred to the let’s take this thing more seriously train, with proper workouts and focus on individual muscle groups. But navigating these waters without previous jock experience can be treacherous.
Firstly, using weights brings all sorts of unexpected problems into the mix. Most guys want to use the biggest weight they can pick up, and by using the power of the horrifyingly awkward grunt, lift it for all to be impressed. This brings out the classic dude gun show. The one who has the biggest arms, the smallest vest, and lifts the biggest rock wins. It’s frightful stuff. In fact it’s apparently better to use light weights and good form than to hurt yourself trying to lift the weight of a car every time you want to exercise. But what do I know? I’m probably the smallest guy there.
The weights issues don’t stop there. Keeping the weights off the ground can be a bit tricky, especially if the rings used to secure the weights are not that tight. On an attempt to lift what’s called an EZ bar, trust me there’s nothing easy about it, one of my weights slid off missing a true gym jock by just millimeters. Shortly after that I found myself tripping over weights left lying around. To top it off, today I dropped a 12kg weight on my toe after thinking it would stay on the bench I had just placed it on. This jock stuff is hard.
Besides the treacherous gym environment, trying to get involved in other physical activity has it’s own set of problems. I’ve always wanted to learn to surf, but man can the ocean be a miserable old cow. She’ll smack you off that board and drag you to the next pier before you can think about how awesome it would be if fat people wouldn’t wear Speedos or Bikinis.
Then there’s the awkwardness of the online world. As your body moves from average healthy person to fit person, you begin to feel more confident in your own skin. Unfortunately this makes those that are insecure as jumpy as a cricket in spring. Suddenly sharing pictures on Facebook, causes these trolls to jump out from under their bridges and ferociously tap at their keyboards, accusing you of flaunting your newly found one millimeter of extra muscle. Hey, how am I supposed to get that underwear modelling contract if you keep cramping my style? Don’t you want me to be paid to sit around while people tell me how pretty I am? Shhh, let me dream.
Though the jock life may be tricky to handle, being active and getting out the house is worth it. You’ll have more energy, you’ll smile more, and you may even get a second take from a pretty girl. OK, probably not, exercise won’t make your face any prettier, but you can always cover that. Marc.
Check out this funny advert of an overweight dog, getting fit to chase a car:
I started reading Alex Rider back in the eighth grade. That was 2003. It’s been eight years of following the reluctant teenage spy, (The author, Anthony Horowitz, has been working on them for ten.) and now it’s finally time to say goodbye.
Whenever the general stupidity of humankind plays out there are always casualties. Whether it be other humans, the planet or the beautiful animals that inhabit this earth, the list of casualties for our greed, ignorance and arrogance is never ending. Taking the initiative and doing what he can to correct some of our idiocy is Lawrence Anthony.
What follows is a guest review by my cousin Camilla Leite, enjoy.
I am an avid twilight supporter. I love the story line and the portrayal of a forbidden but inevitable romance between a vampire and human. Stephanie Meyer has tapped into a world that some would never have thought possible to do, and turned it into a phenomenon equivalent to that of Beetle mania.
