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A weekend of humble pies.
Started on Friday doing dinner with an old friend, her hubby, and their 10 year old. To top off the night, the 10 year old Adam beat me senseless on wii boxing.
Then we hit a friend's party in annapolis, where I did not partake in the rampant looks-like-a-japanese-handjob game on wii.
Then yesterday we hit faire, where I was anxiously looking forward to getting a whallop emblem from the gauge-your-strength mallet whacking game. Last year I took like 3 turns before I got one measly "ding" and I was mad because my injured elbow was in full swing. This year, despite earlier reports that I would need surgery and that wouldn't heal it, I've been either healing more over time, gotten used to it, or the chiro I see really is a jebus powered guy and my elbow is not so bad. I'm back in the gym, working slowly on most weights and even my deadlift is back to near human levels (last set 325 x 5 twice). I figured the mallet was a shoe-in. It wasn't.
No, this was a lesson in big out of shape guys are far stronger than me. Many guys were wailing away at the bell, and anyone big, twice as big as me, regardless of apparent athleticism, was able to ring the bell. I got close a few times, really focesed, did swing through, concentrated on speed of the down swing...nothing got me to ring the bell all day. Not even beer. Makes me something I have not been in a long time - annoyed that I'm so genetically small. I'm small, and all the exercise and fitness in no way compensates for couch-riding big guys who just be existing are stronger than me after years of training. Fabuliscious.
I did, however, as those of you facebooky probably can see but I haven't linked, buy my first garb at faire this week. I again passed up the stunning doublet at noblisse (sp?) but not only can I not justify more money than a laptop on something I may or may not wear once a year - but then the shirt is another $200, pants I don't know, codpiece (maybe an acorn shell) and belty things, shoes are easily another $300...oh and those poofdas wear hats all the tie too...it's easily a minimum $1k and $1500 easy on stuff.
I should costume. Girls like costumes more than fit bodies, and again I can be as fit as I like but I will never be big or strong. Ugh.
But I'm not injured much right now. I may write about that in more detail later, but she's up and it's time for coffee.
Started on Friday doing dinner with an old friend, her hubby, and their 10 year old. To top off the night, the 10 year old Adam beat me senseless on wii boxing.
Then we hit a friend's party in annapolis, where I did not partake in the rampant looks-like-a-japanese-handjob game on wii.
Then yesterday we hit faire, where I was anxiously looking forward to getting a whallop emblem from the gauge-your-strength mallet whacking game. Last year I took like 3 turns before I got one measly "ding" and I was mad because my injured elbow was in full swing. This year, despite earlier reports that I would need surgery and that wouldn't heal it, I've been either healing more over time, gotten used to it, or the chiro I see really is a jebus powered guy and my elbow is not so bad. I'm back in the gym, working slowly on most weights and even my deadlift is back to near human levels (last set 325 x 5 twice). I figured the mallet was a shoe-in. It wasn't.
No, this was a lesson in big out of shape guys are far stronger than me. Many guys were wailing away at the bell, and anyone big, twice as big as me, regardless of apparent athleticism, was able to ring the bell. I got close a few times, really focesed, did swing through, concentrated on speed of the down swing...nothing got me to ring the bell all day. Not even beer. Makes me something I have not been in a long time - annoyed that I'm so genetically small. I'm small, and all the exercise and fitness in no way compensates for couch-riding big guys who just be existing are stronger than me after years of training. Fabuliscious.
I did, however, as those of you facebooky probably can see but I haven't linked, buy my first garb at faire this week. I again passed up the stunning doublet at noblisse (sp?) but not only can I not justify more money than a laptop on something I may or may not wear once a year - but then the shirt is another $200, pants I don't know, codpiece (maybe an acorn shell) and belty things, shoes are easily another $300...oh and those poofdas wear hats all the tie too...it's easily a minimum $1k and $1500 easy on stuff.
I should costume. Girls like costumes more than fit bodies, and again I can be as fit as I like but I will never be big or strong. Ugh.
But I'm not injured much right now. I may write about that in more detail later, but she's up and it's time for coffee.
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Slutty Halloween should get to apply to you, too. Put on something sleazy over that fit body so you can get girls and boys to coo and touch your chest. It will make you forget all about those fat guys ringing the bell.
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I could have told you that.
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Welcome to my life as a chick :) I can train and train and train, and will still always have my ass handed to me at the gym and the track by guys in their teens, 20s, and 30s.
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One of my favorite mens shirts from MD faire is the convertible gauze shirt - it has open sleeves that can be tied behind to make it sleeveless, at the elbow for short sleeves, and wrapped and tied at your wrists for when it's cold.
And while your old combat boots aren't period, they'll do unless you decide you want to invest in some boots from http://sonofsandlar.com/product-line-2/ - yes, they're a bit pricy, but the buckle boots will last for ages and they're comfortable to club in too.
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