With 2 weeks away until the 2010 FIFA World Cup, my eagerness and excitement are stewing. I can’t wait. This got me thinking - in pop culture and as a society we’ve come to ridicule and undermine soccer moms. This summer’s biggest domestic sports story will be Lebron James’s free agency and what team he will sign with next season. Elsewhere in the world it’s looking like well, the World Cup. In a country where the sport lacks popularity and business attention, I’ve recently come to appreciate soccer moms a bit more. I don’t think all of these minivan generals are exactly focused on spreading the joy of the beautiful game when they take their kids to practice but the resulting bi-product is there. Kids wouldn’t be driving themselves to practices and games would they? They wouldn’t wash their own uniforms would they? They’re playing the game because of you. Here’s to you, soccer moms and all unsung moms out there.
Warm up: Half mile jog around the block (impromptu, it was too nice a night to pass up)
Circuit: 3 rounds
Weighted jump rope 30 sec
2 ft platform jumps (one touch) 20x
Front squat @95, @95, @115
2 rounds Medicine ball decline sit ups with twists 10x, 1 round Roman chair trifecta leg lifts (front, side to side)
Dumbell wrist rotations for forearm work. Inner left forearm is weak and needs to catch up with rest of limb.
Cool down: grabbed slice of leftover pizza from some party in the gym tonight.
It’s okay to reward yourself here and there. I think.
My last post about maturity and growing up looked and felt sour. It was. I will now balance out with a happier observation on knowing when you’re growing old.
You know you’re getting older when you transition from asking about friends’ boyfriends, girlfriends, hook ups, etc with “Where does she go to school?” to “What does she do?” (for work).
I usually don’t have many moments in my life these days when I say to myself “This is me maturing.” It happened though when I realized all the resentment, anger, frustration and hatred in me that I’ve been carrying for some time now will stay with me for a while - not to mention a nice side portion of self-loathing. These things don’t just fall out of your pocket like loose change. And I hate carrying loose change. They will stay with me and how and when I deal with them is another step in my maturity. Getting old kinda sucks it seems. I will say though I look forward to those years when I hit will reach new levels of “I don’t give a shit about shit that doesn’t matter.” I wish people would glorify those moments of aging more.
8x Burpee Pull ups, 10x 65 lbs shoulder push press - 3 rounds (demo here)
Weighted sled push across approx 80 yards followed by 15 lbs wall shots in between - 5 rounds. Sled load = 100 lbs.
20x high bar toe touches, 20x roman chair trifecta leg raise/knee tucks - front, left, right (60 reps total)
It was like Christmas morning when my buddy revealed this to me from underneath the stairwell at my gym. “You tryin out for the bobsled team?” - Heavy set middle-aged man.
Liverpool veteran defender Jamie Carragher is returning to England’s line-up after 3 years of retirement from international football!
Real conversation between myself and a female friend who is frustrated by a guy courting her
Her: and he respects me .. some guys will continue doing it no matter how many times you say to stop
Me: so…im confused
Me: is the problem that he respects you?