We thank you for your past support in donating $100 each month to our important cause for the betterment and beautification of a small group of fellow Torontonians. We appreciate that you have only visited the facility that one time to sign up and gain a tour and yet you somehow snagged a coveted eye height non-breeze-way permanent locker. You are a very lucky individual! In exchange for your donation you can take pride in knowing that other less apathetic or possible more desperate or organized individuals can know and fully understand the pain of DOMS first hand.
Why do people fill up my Facebook feed with pictures of their meals? Sometimes they are half eaten meals. I don’t need to know that you perform the sacrilege of letting the green beans touch your mashed potatoes. It puts me right off my food to see that there is a dollup of ketchup on your plate that has obvious signs that has been used but, there is nothing on your plate that goes with ketchup. Are you just sticking your finger in the ketchup and eating it straight. Please tell me you are not dipping the green beans! Bletch!!
This is an open letter to a certain trainer. How many times do I have to tell you to take it easy on the legs? I need to use them every day, all day! I can function just fine (OK maybe with a lot of grumbling) with sore chest, or arms, or abs, even a sore butt. As long as my hands work and my legs work, I’m good. OK if I’m super tired I’m useless and basically dangerous as well, that’s a given.
So I decided to be proactive and at least make a list of ideas for a blog post for Crabby McSlacker over at Cranky Fitness. Yes I can spell and define proactive and yes somebody wants to post my thoughts on their website! Well I guess she will want to read it first. Hopefully not print it just so she can shred it. We will just have to see. Anyway I figure I need something that is distinctly me, goofy funny containing fun like substances and be interesting and yet honor Crabby’s slacker vibe. Yeah, I know. Time for a nap! I was thinking of talking about how different people have different monkeys on their backs that they have to deal with. Often we don’t recognize our monkey but it is there. Naturally I started where all great posts start with the pictures! I need a picture of my monkey. Something like Tarzan’s Cheetah I would think, but like really laid back. Should be easy to do a little image search! That is when it all went horribly wrong and way off topic!