Wednesday, 26 October 2011

• The last few months...

  So, the past few months have been a mishmash of this, that and the other, with a little bit of wtf thrown in. I'll start with July.

  I lifted weights at home for two years (off and on, I think the longest I ever worked out at home without having to take a break that lasted at least a fortnight was maaaybe four months). So it was very off and on for me. But yeah, I stopped working out at home in the first week in July, went to the beach for a week with my girlfriend and her family and uncle and aunt and cousins and grandma, and I'm still surprised my parents let me go with them. And no, there was no "private time" while there.

  In August, I was supposed to get a job washing windows, making around $11/hour. That didn't work out, I had to tell the guy I'd call him around mid-October and see if there was an opening then because I had no vehicle to drive the 45+ miles there errday, not to mention no gas money (I wouldn't have called him in the first place if I had known my parents wouldn't let me borrow their vehicle yet). I was hoping by mid October I would have come up with the money to fix my parents' van and some extra for gas, selling evil-hearted unicorns on the black market, but black people don't seem to want to pay so much for evil-hearted unicorns these days (only kidding). But really, I got this figgered out, I'll be doing some gopher work on a construction site starting soon hopefully, make monies, fix van, use the rest for gas, and get that job washing windows, get a car, get in the gym, become an insurance agent and a personal trainer, etc. Called about the job August 1st.

  August 2nd, I was using one of these...

  

  to drive one of these into the ground...

  

  and pretty much, somehow, the first thing (t-post hand driver, which weights about 20lbs) bounces off the top of the t-post (above) and comes back and skims the top of my noggin. I kinda blacked out for a second or two, fell down, sat there, looked at my little brother on the fourwheeler and said "IS MY HEAD BLEEDING?!" And about the time he went to answer me (he was kinda shocked), blood was dripping on my hands. It was freaky, I thought I was dreaming. So I get on the fourwheeler and he hauls it to the garage (where dad was) and I get off the fourwheeler and immediately say "the t-post driver bounced off the top of the t-post and hit me on top of the head".  The first thing he says to me - I swear to God - "does it hurt?" So I just shove my bloody hand on top of my head and rub it around, it's covered in blood now, and say "yeah, kinda!" I wish I had taken pictures before I cleaned up, my face was COVERED in blood, it looked like I had gotten in a fight and barely won. That was my third concussion. I wore a motorcycle helmet next time I drove a t-post.

  September: Meh.

  October so far has been ugh ew gross nasty I'm going back to bed. But, mom ran across that construction job, me and my little brother have been helping a buddy with some tree work for some good money (NO JOKES!) and stuff is finally turning around a little. I'll be 20 in 8 days. Word. Also, I've been working out two-three times a month with a buddy, who is jacked to high heaven. That picture from my last post? I was around 195 (around 9% bodyfat), the biggest I've ever been, since I'm not working out at home anymore I've lost some muscle, so I'm down to 178-ish. My buddy is the same height, we have pretty much the same strength on literally everything, but he's 250 (same height) and around 11% bodyfat. His calves are bigger than my neck, and bigger than Ah-nold's were in his prime, but he never works them, they've always been that way. He's extremely genetically gifted mass-wise, and he's never done steroids or anything like that, ever. He literally has no idea what he's doing in the gym until we work out together and I show him, he can't even do any of it without me there. Sucky genetics for the sads. Anybody want any help with bodybuilding, I know more than your average personal trainer, so send me a message or add me on FB and we can chat about yo problems.

  Now it's picture timeee for everyone who couldn't stand to read that much, yay!

  

  This is one of my 70+ chickens (I lost count) and there is no caption. Make your own!

   

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