Malingering’s World

Police line, do not cross. Or something.

Sorry I was just looking back at this and the photos are pretty damn funny. Gotta love LA.

Malingering’s Muscle Beach Awards

[u]As Many Rounds As Possible: 20 min[/u]
5 squat clean thrusters 25# dumbbells
10 dumbbell push-ups (toes, chest to floor)
15 walking lunges 25# dumbbells

rounds: 6
(7th round was short by 8 walking lunges)

This was BRUTAL. I was down to one squat-clean-thruster at a time and 2 push-ups at a time. And the walking lunges were killer. Who knew 50lbs hanging down by your side could be so hard??

Today we worked on pose running which I had never heard of before. I’m a bit wary of it because they charge a shitload of money to teach it, but since I’ve never actually thought about running or running technique it was a relief to actually learn something and be forced to think about what I was doing. We ran these sprints which involved a turn around halfway which definitely slows you down, but I’ve never really done sprints before so who knows how it compares.

6 x 400m sprints
1:39
1:36
1:43
1:53
rest
1:37

This was my first workout back after a week and I almost made it all the way through the workout, but I had to sit out the 5th sprint because my chest was burning terribly and I started to get dizzy. I wasn’t really sure what was going on, but then I got into the car and started coughing up boatloads of mucus so I guess that was the problem. Apparently sprinting is some sort of expectorant as I now have snot coming out of every orifice. Good to know.

My mom always told me that your undergarment can be the most important part of what you’re wearing. It can create or destroy muffin tops, it can draw attention to the right things or the wrong things, and it can make you look really lame. This used to piss me off when I was growing up, but now I can’t stop looking. Here’s another rule to follow: don’t wear an undergarment that your overgarment clings to mercilessly. Because I’ll take photos of it.

I call it birth control.

I always followed directions as a kid and tried to follow the bouncing ball and sing along and look into the magic mirror and all of those things. So can I help it if I am conditioned to stare at these things? It’s not my fault.

It’s about stupid asswriting. I wrote it all by myself.

http://laist.com/2008/01/24/what_is_that_on.php

Here is proof that I have gone into Victoria’s Secret for the non-believer out there.