Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts

Friday, May 30, 2008

Gym-phobia

I’m on one of those fitness phases. Where I somehow find this strong initiative to exercise. I don’t know where this motivation came from, but I’m going to go with it as long as it lasts. I love it. It’s like riding a wave.

I used to be an active person. When I was little I played every sport out there, but I guess most kids did (most middle class, suburban, first world kids, anyway). Through Jr. High I was on the basketball team (not because I’m that great; just because I’m tall. I was active, that’s why I stuck with it). In high school I was on the running team (my height could no longer make up for my lack of aggression on the basketball court). First and second year at university I went to the gym now and then. I’d only gone maybe five times total during high school. I have this thing with gyms where they intimidate me, and it’s seriously become an impediment to a healthy, active lifestyle, and to the body I’d love to have one day. It’s not really the gyms themselves that intimidate me… it’s kind of complex.



I guess it’s partially rooted in my prejudicially negative attitude toward macho, athletic, straight guys. Read homophobic. I'm presuming they'd be homophobic, I know… it’s an issue I have, but I’ve had few positive experiences with guys like that. I’m trying to work on this, I don’t like prejudice, but anyway, that’s part of the issue. Doesn’t help that a lot of them are hot, either.

Also, since I don’t go to the gym, and never have in a really consistent way, I feel really inexperienced when I go. I don’t know what a lot of the machines do really, or how to use some of them correctly. Plus I’m really skinny, so I know that my appearance would automatically give away that I don’t work out and don’t know what I’m doing. I could even live with the fact that I couldn’t lift that much weight at first, if only I was confident with the equipment, or a routine or something. Which machines to use, how often, for how long, how many reps.. .etc. I figure I need to buy a book, or do some research online, or find a friend who goes to the gym (I don’t have any close ones – well, I had one but he’s away for the summer).

Plus at heart I’m lazy. But that doesn’t fit with my current fit of athleticism lol. The one thing that I’ve been consistently good at since I was little was running. I’ve been running off and on my whole life. So when I want to be active, when I really, really, want to be active, and it doesn’t involve a gym, I go running. For me this requires good weather, and it’s only just gotten nice here. Canada is cold. So for the past few weeks I’ve been running. All over the neighbourhood, and it feels awesome. Of course, my ideal body would be more muscular than my current one, and running isn’t going to bulk me up any, but it is fun, and I can do it, and it’s good for me, so I do it. I’ve also started to do crunches and push ups and things like that, which don’t require a gym either.






I realize, of course, that I need to just get over this whole gym-phobia. I need to just go, and maybe even get a trainer for a few times, to get me started on a routine. A grocery store nearby has a nutritionist you can talk to for free, so maybe I’ll go chat to them about the best food to eat for bulking up.

I can’t see me starting this right away though… partially because of all the reasons I’ve just mentioned, but also ‘cause I’ll be going away for July to French camp (“Explore”: http://www.jexplore.ca/english/index.html), then getting my wisdom teeth out (ugh), and then going to France in September. So is this just a big excuse to not go to the gym? Probably yes lol. I’m sure I’d go if I had a group to go with. But I don’t.

Anyway, time to eat. Chicken and salad I think I’ll have. Later.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Some Music

My friend Shane introduced me to this cool music site - see the very bottom of this page for the playlist I made. Some random songs I like at the moment. Thanks, Shane!

At around 10pm Beth tried to convince me to watch Harry Potter (the new one I got her) again (we just watched it two days ago). Frankly, though, I was a bit dissatisfied with the movie, and while there were a few scenes I liked, I'm a much bigger fan of the books than the films. There's this TLC marathon on of women picking out wedding dresses; "Say Yes to the Dress." I watched it for a little while, but then got more interested in making that playlist. Friends in England sent us an email; I read it over a bowl of cereal. Nice to hear from them. Mom was talking to her sister on Skype—she, my aunt, and my uncle are now on their way to Florida (they're in Massachusetts right now overnighting... Haverhill, I think). I'm a little bit jealous, but they have left us all their food, so I'll get over it.

Beth and I have a mutual friend whom we've both known for a few years, Nathan. He's 17, where Beth's 20, and I'm 22. He's quite mature for his age, we could really bring him anywhere. Anyway, seeing as how Beth and I can buy alcohol, and he can't, we've been roped into buying stuff for him and a friend for this big New Year's Eve party Nathan's hosting. His parents are cool with the party, but they'll be at a neighbor's house for the night. I think it's kind of a "at least this way we'll know where you are and we’ll be nearby if you need us" mentality. They know he drinks, thankfully, and they seem to trust him. So, where normally I'm a pretty rule-abiding guy, I think in this case I can stomach picking up some beer and whatever else for him without compromising my self-concept. I seriously think that my group of friends and I were the only kids in high school to not drink underage. And I had a good time!