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Apr. 17th, 2005 08:39 amMaggie dahling - I owe you a drink or 5. Oh, and you're hawt.
I can't not talk about boxing. It's really important to me right now. I've finally turned the corner where I feel ok about my skills - I'm comfortable with where they are. I'm not about to break into the ring, but I'm happy with my level of sucking. I'm not good, I can't box, I mean I can hit but I can't not be hit. I can do the moves, but I'm not used to the interaction. Still, my condition is insane, I just keep bloody going. I have areas I want to improve, but I can go-stop-go-stop-go for many hours. I don't need to rest for days afterwards. My body is used to this crap. It's hard to care about other things, like lifting weights, running, biking...everything is not boxing. Nothing is as hard or as fun.
I don't give a leap about how I look. I'm not trying to lose my obvious gut - I just like the rock-hard muscle underneath it. I like the stamina I have. I was goofing off to felix the kittin, shadow boxing kinda, and saw myself in the mirror. My leg muscles are not big, but good god I'm hawt. They're all defined and bulgy and shit. I just rock back and forth and you can see each muscle outlined and flexing, yum. Yum! I mean I see people that don't look nearly this fit and want them, but wow look at me. Funny thing is while I often chalk up parts of my workout to vanity, I pretty much blow off the world when I work out. I am fixated on what I'm doing, not on who is looking. I'm not showing off, and while a couple of YUM might catch my eye, staring would just defer too much of my attention from what I'm doing. I wouldn't mind being interrupted, but I'm not breaking my cycle unless someone moves in. I'm focused. I want the attention, and I want to give the attention, but maybe after this set, that machine, and a protein fix.
One drawback, interpersonal conflict in the new boxing class already between the coach and the gym manager. It's sad to see a really tough guy acting like a passive-aggressive bitch. I'm sure it'll work itself out, but humans...egads man, keep learning social skills past the 8th grade, will you?
Cris notes and I concur - law school is a mistake for most people. It certainly is not something I would repeat - it was a mistake for me. I started with the idea of quitting my job OR that law school would be easy. I didn't count on getting all competitive and actually working hard. I also didn't fully factor in what law salaries were like - I listened to a couple friends of mine, and overgeneralized from top firm salaries. For the money per hour, I think tech is the way to go.
And she told me so. In advance. I have no-one to blame but myself. No...wait...I can blame my mom. I'm just in law school so she'll have something to brag about.
Lawyer ethics: "First, in a rhetorical flourish, the profession is committed in general terms to all that is good and true. Then, specific questions are answered by uncritical reliance upon legalistic norms..."
Monroe Freedman, Lawer's Ethics in an Adversarial System.
I can't not talk about boxing. It's really important to me right now. I've finally turned the corner where I feel ok about my skills - I'm comfortable with where they are. I'm not about to break into the ring, but I'm happy with my level of sucking. I'm not good, I can't box, I mean I can hit but I can't not be hit. I can do the moves, but I'm not used to the interaction. Still, my condition is insane, I just keep bloody going. I have areas I want to improve, but I can go-stop-go-stop-go for many hours. I don't need to rest for days afterwards. My body is used to this crap. It's hard to care about other things, like lifting weights, running, biking...everything is not boxing. Nothing is as hard or as fun.
I don't give a leap about how I look. I'm not trying to lose my obvious gut - I just like the rock-hard muscle underneath it. I like the stamina I have. I was goofing off to felix the kittin, shadow boxing kinda, and saw myself in the mirror. My leg muscles are not big, but good god I'm hawt. They're all defined and bulgy and shit. I just rock back and forth and you can see each muscle outlined and flexing, yum. Yum! I mean I see people that don't look nearly this fit and want them, but wow look at me. Funny thing is while I often chalk up parts of my workout to vanity, I pretty much blow off the world when I work out. I am fixated on what I'm doing, not on who is looking. I'm not showing off, and while a couple of YUM might catch my eye, staring would just defer too much of my attention from what I'm doing. I wouldn't mind being interrupted, but I'm not breaking my cycle unless someone moves in. I'm focused. I want the attention, and I want to give the attention, but maybe after this set, that machine, and a protein fix.
One drawback, interpersonal conflict in the new boxing class already between the coach and the gym manager. It's sad to see a really tough guy acting like a passive-aggressive bitch. I'm sure it'll work itself out, but humans...egads man, keep learning social skills past the 8th grade, will you?
Cris notes and I concur - law school is a mistake for most people. It certainly is not something I would repeat - it was a mistake for me. I started with the idea of quitting my job OR that law school would be easy. I didn't count on getting all competitive and actually working hard. I also didn't fully factor in what law salaries were like - I listened to a couple friends of mine, and overgeneralized from top firm salaries. For the money per hour, I think tech is the way to go.
And she told me so. In advance. I have no-one to blame but myself. No...wait...I can blame my mom. I'm just in law school so she'll have something to brag about.
Lawyer ethics: "First, in a rhetorical flourish, the profession is committed in general terms to all that is good and true. Then, specific questions are answered by uncritical reliance upon legalistic norms..."
Monroe Freedman, Lawer's Ethics in an Adversarial System.
