…and a smile, so I know tonight was a good night… You know the kind of night I mean. Blood pumping, heart racing, out of breath where you would almost want a moment or two to compose yourself but are so in the zone with all cylinders firing at once that you find the energy to keep going… The sweat starting around your hairline and back, as you allow yourself to open up to the energy around you and find an almost peace like state despite the high degree of activity your body mind and soul find itself in. You might even grit your teeth or grab something to hold onto, as you push yourself to failure knowing that indeed, you’re doing anything but failing.
Of course by that I mean leg night, starting with the treadmill, then moving on to the machines! One example off the top of my head, is that inner thigh leg thing where you squeeze em together. Now first, it’s one of the few contraptions I use that I can do so with almost a full stack. And I did so tonight and got a few more reps in (reps right, not sets?) but then found myself in the awkward position of sitting there with my legs splayed open like… I don’t know, what’s a funny analogy for something like that? Think of one and then pretend I said that.
I realized then and there that there was no dignified way of dismounting from that machine, which left me struggling with the lever to pull it up so it closes, but without drawing too much attention. From there I felt a kink of some sort in the groin-ish area and yep, that wasn’t going away anytime soon.
So off I go to work from another section every two sets, and find myself at the machine where you sit, grab the handhold’s above your head and to the side, and then squeeze your body together. Wasn’t nuts about it, but it does kind of leave a sweat angel if you’re going hard, which is funny for about five seconds, maybe ten.
(Okay like, you know as a kid how you’d make snow angels in the snow, or now as an adult on the beach when people are looking but you just don’t care… Though I guess it’s weird to do so in a polo and khakis.)
Anyway, I think the dark chocolate and hippy granola blend is beginning to wear off but because my sleeping habits are god awful, (probably has something to do with eating dark chocolate and granola every night) my night is hardly over.