Azul’s BodyBlog

…you know, dull and uninspired? Yes, I do have moments when I’m not the Indomitable Vengeful Spirit of Bodybuilders Past.

So… after staring blankly at 7:54am on my clock, and having enough of Bob and Sherri’s self-indulgent laughter (click!), I rolled out of bed headed toward the shower. I paused in the middle of the doorway, rested my forehead on the sill and did "the math":

No workout sunday = (A) Probable Shoulders and Calves Workout Monday 55% or (B) Definite Shoulders and Calves Workout  Tuesday 95%.

What can I say, but two nights of working out AND going out late dancing takes a toll on a body. Note: those were chest/tris and back/bis, respectively. I wisely avoided legs those Fri and Saturday. Course, if today I had to do Legs, then the odds drop to like -15% my butt would make it to the gym. (legs day have a higher energy AND rest requirement)

So yea, I made the decision that I wouldn’t bring my bag with me nor pre-scoop out any NO Black Powder (not at potent as NOXplode but meh, not as "shaking" either) into a plastic bottle to help make it less likely that i’d be tempted to go to the gym to give my body an extra day off.

Course u know (if I know, than that makes u in the know) that my bag is perpetually pre-packed (mp3 player, belt, gloves, ol’ magz, booklet, relatively clean clothes, etc.) so I can easily get off at work, step in the house for the needed to toss a pair of shoes and today’s combo of clothing options in the bag and drop 2 scoops in an empty gatorade bottle and off we go.  (with the exception of popping open the mail box, it really is that quick)

All of this was going on in my head with my eyes closed. I even wondered if it was at all possible hours later to be THAT motivated when I my inner exhaustive state was to the point that not even a jackhammer in the next room would illicit a raised eyebrow from me. Yea, that ‘tired.’

So it is amusing now to find myself writing 4 hours later knowing I’m going to the gym. True, I’m sipping on my 2nd cup of coffee and just threw away the wrapper to a passable "Pure Protein" bar (still 25g!).  But I’d like to think, (on second thought) Nay! I’m quite sure it’s from glancing at beautiful strangers before and after pics and posting to an interesting topic about sex, libido and dating. (dare anybody to not be motivated after reading that)

Guess the lesson for me is unless I’m on a mandatory off day, (and even then, unless it’s a leg day) always grab the bag!  And 2 towels!  (just a lil reminder to myself).

Wow has this been long over due considering how prolific I was with Lifejournal, how popular I was with Yahoo360 and random I am in Myspace, you’d think I’d have leaped at BB.com’s own blogging tool about arguably the single activity that defines my everyday.

Course this is when I’d say, I was too busy getting ready to workout and recovering from the last workout to actually sit down and ponder about all things involved with the workout - when I wasn’t working out, of course. (of course ;P)

Anyhoo, now that I’m here it’s probably best for you curious reader to heed the wise words of the late R. James, "Enjoy yourself." (Ha.Ha.Ha. It’s a celebration!!!)

So all day everyday, is defined by my workout.  Or to be more exact, IF I will workout.

I typically work 9-7, M-F.  So after work I head straight to the gym in the evenings which means after I open my eyes in the morn’ I’ve already made up my mind.

Grab the prepacked gym bag along with my attache:

The chances that I’m working out in the evening = 100%

Leave the prepacked gym bag at the back door:

The chances that I’m working out in the evening =  75%

LOLl.

I know, craziness.

But this points to another ancilliary benefit from the "Lifestyle".

Stress or rather the reduction of it plays a huge factor in my comittment/obsession.

Maybe it’s seeing the blurred black ends of the dumbbells dance above your head as your elbows wobble in your peripheral…

Maybe it’s the sounds of those same stubborn dumbells bouncing off the rubberized floor after that last ‘failed’ half-set (Ka-dum!)…

Maybe it’s the gasping for air, the inability to swallow enough before you expelling it out of your lungs…

Can’t be sure.  I just know that I’m exhausted, drained, spent wondering who’s idea was this anyways….

And yet everytime on a non-workout day, as soon as I’m into my work day, and it becomes a bit more challenging with frustration and conflict, a switch goes off in my head, and I nod, "Yeah I’m going to work out."

Feel a R. James/D/ Chapelle joke comin’ on.

"No, I’m not going to work out today. I’ve been two on already.  I deadlifted heavy on Saturday - my back is still sore, so that’s a no-go on squats. Can’t hit my legs hard enough without deep squats."

"So, know I’m definitely not going to the gym."

2 hours & 36 min later @ work…

"Yea, I’m doing legs today."