Bicep Curls and Shy Bladder

I’m composing this blog whilst waiting for my very delayed flight from Charlotte (original destination San Diego) to Asheville. Was supposed to be home by 10:30 pm, now ETA 2:30 am.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks, having spent last week in LA (Saturday through Friday) and Oceanview (Friday through Sunday, as I traveled home on a freaking redeye). Home Sunday and Monday, then another trip to California, this time Coronado Island, Tuesday through today (Thursday). BTW, I learned that Coronado Island is actually a peninsula.

What have I been doing, you ask? Another successful event as MC for BeautyX Demand Generation Summit as well as Uplink Live, training ULL, and then two days of teaching Presentational Speaking to folks at Corsica Life Sciences. I’m in demand. Already booked Parkdale Mills and Participate, and calls with AZ this Monday.

I do miss Jeff, Luke, Meg, and Zac when I travel.

A few workouts…

AFAP
10 situps
5 air squats
1, 2, 3…8, 9, 10 pushups
1 HSPU

12-minute treadmill, ending at 11 mph. That’s fast.

5 RFT
Row 300m
3 burpee + HSPU

10 RFT
Per arm 5 25# DB BoR + 3 HPC + 1 PP
10-sec headstand hold after each round
Then rounds @ 30, 35, 40, 45, & 50# (shit got heavy)

I’ve been working out 5 or 6 days a week, even when I travel. The past 2 mornings I did so @ 5 am PT.

Speaking of which, the gym at the Coronado Island Marriot was a shitshow, with far too many soft-tittied douche bags doing bicep curls and exchanging fist bumps. And I saw truly shitty form, particularly with pushups and pull-ups. Full extension, people! And fewer bicep curls and fist bumps.

I recall the exact moment that I became pee shy. It was my freshmen or sophomore year at WVU, and I attended my very first gay pride event with a guy I was somewhat dating. Having to pee, I went to the men’s room only to discover not urinals but a trough. I can’t imagine that this was the first time I peed in a trough. As I was getting ready to pee, a rather attractive gentlemen stood beside me, glanced at my junk, and said, “Nice.” And I couldn’t pee. And I still can’t pee if I suspect that anyone is watching me.

This is why I think there should be dividing walls between all urinals. And treadmills.

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