Another Single Awareness Day . . .

SONG OF THE MOMENT: "Ex-Factor" - Lauryn Hill - This was a tough choice but I keep coming back to her lyric saying " Cause no one's hurt me more than you and no one ever will" Stay strong my sista . . . LOL! Doesn't mean I'm feeling the same way right now. I'm actually in a decent good mood. I just pulled if from AOL Spinner's "Top 20 Meanest Love Songs" and somehow it just felt appropriate. LMAO

So its pretty much my least favorite "holiday" per se as many of you know me especially because I don't acknowledge its existence (I will argue, pretty damn well if I might add, that this really is a false holiday and i'm sure St. Valentine would be rolling in his grave over what a day in his honor has become) SO TO EVERYONE, HAPPY SINGLE AWARENESS DAY.

I don't want to dwell on the topic of this most horrendous of holidays since many of you know how I feel. Now it doesn't mean I'm some heartless git. When I showed my roommate the article about the bride who died during her first dance at her wedding, he said something along the lines that there is a semblance of a heart in that black hole. What can I say, I'm a secretly a softie who secretly love rom-coms. BUT DON'T GO SPREADING THAT SHIT AROUND! And I'm not in some shitty depressed mood contrary to my hatred of this day. I'm actually in a good mood as I mentioned above. It might be because I know I'll go out tonight and celebrate with other V-D hating people or that I leave for New York City in 48 hours . . . THANK GOD!! But I digress . . .

So back to whats been going on with me. I injured myself on Monday during routine kickboxing drills. It was something so simple too and I just felt a pop (well more like a click) in the area between the gluts and hamstring in my right leg. But being the stubborn competitor that I am, I had planned on doing my cycling and running workout on Tuesday, even when a few of my friends told me to take it easy. Just in case, I went to talk to the resident Physical Therapist at my gym. After a quick examination, he told me NOT to cycle and no kicking. I can jog when I stop limping and give the injury a rest. Luckily he said I can swim. He told me that I'll risk making it worse to the point where I'll be out the whole season and is that a risk I really want to take. Check Mate. So no leg workouts for a week (and I was doing so well at my track interval workouts too!) but have exponentially increased the intensity and distance in the pool. Its a good thing that my recovery week is approaching too. I will say it been surprisingly easy for me to get back into full training mood. I didn't even realize that I've been spending more and more time at the gym until this week. And I have noticed that I'm starting to lean up again. So hopefully by late March I'll be close to racing weight. Too bad. I was kind of enjoying building some muscle. I'll keep you posting as training continues, maybe I'll even start posting how my typical workout / training goes.

I had an amazing time last weekend for my friend Karin's surprised birthday party. The picture above is the boxing / kickboxing crew at her birthday party. It was so much fun and the fact that the bartender called me a pussy for slowing down on my beer (which was a heavy beer might I add) was kind of funny . . . and its probably why I don't remember how I got home. Funny how alcohol works.

So seeing as how I lost my train of thought which is very typical of me, I leave you with these quotes just to show I'm not completely an asshole about love. I read these off of another persons blog but I feel its fitting for me to repeat just so we all can have a positive attitude when deep down you might feel the opposite.

"No man is worth crying over, and the one that is would never make you cry alone !!"

"Don't leave the one you love for the one you like cause the one you like will leave you for the one they love !"

"You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel."

So until next time . . .

Another Dull Saturday

SONG OF THE MOMENT: "Hollywood Swinging" by Kool and the Gang - because its a great funk song and it reminds me of going to roller rinks when i was a kid . That and I'm not going to lie and say I'm not excited for America's Best Dance Crew , because the team BreakSk8 is going to win it all!

I'm so fuckin' in love with "Rock Band" that I might actually fork over the close to $200 bucks to buy my own for the PS2 (i don't plan on getting a PS3 or XBox 360, what do I look like Mr. Moneybags??) I had a low key night last night when my friend invited me over for a games night. It was definitely a lot better than me out trolling boystown for that next potential trick which actually rarely happens in the first place. And like I posted earlier in the week, I'm really doing my best at avoiding most social settings dealing with gay men. Not worth my time . . .
But I digress. To put it short and simple, I stayed until 4 a.m. rocking out on the drum set feeling like a rock star (according to my friends, since I had it on the simpliest level, I'm 99% easy!) giving rhythm to songs from Soundgarten, Nine Inch Nails, the Yeah Yeah Yeah, and other rockin songs (c'mon rapping along to "Epic" by Faith No More, fuckin' awesome! and Creep really is a great depressing song!!) I'm itching to really buy a drum set and learn to play. Nothing like beating on a bunch of cylinders to get all frustration out!

So I got home at 4:30 in the morning and got up 4 hours later to do the track workout that was meant for Thursday. My friend and I finished it but I will say that it kicked my ass in more ways than one. and I still have the problem of starting out to fast and wasting all the energy too early. I need to learn to build my momentum instead of losing it. Kind of reminds me of the Ohio State Football Teams in the National Championships . . . (and as Buckeye fan, that was a true but low blow!)

And now I'm bored out of my fuckin' mind right now. Lord knows I need some action but maybe I just need to wind down. My friend is going to pick me up soon so I can indulge on an unhealthy diet of Wendy's and the best damn cupcakes from Sweet Mandy B's. I know, I know, I shouldn't be eating like this especially when I start training hardcore again, but its my body and if I want to riddle it with heart-clogging cholesterol I'll do as I damn please . . . until I feel guilty an hour later. Oh, well . . .

So until I have something more interesting to inform on or rant on, I'll bid adieu for now.

Until next time . . .