This entry was posted on 3/13/2007 12:07 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
So after a looooooong weekend which included a trip to Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut and a fish sandwich late-night from Mickey D's...
I hit Savage Henry up for a cool 2 hours when I got back from the roadtrip at 5:30 in the morning.
If you ever told me I would be capable of doing something like that (even two months ago) I probably would have laughed in your face.
I've picked up my training this week as we are getting closer to doomsday. I'm trying to put in 4 hours of exercise each day this week. Next week I'll bump it up to 5. The week after up to 6 and then I'll begin to train down... which includes a couch and a remote control.
Yesterday I hit the bike for an hour and half when I woke up before I went off to do whatever it is that I do. I took a long lunch and went to a private session of spicy hhhhhhhhhot yoga.
This is me mentally preparing for battle (I'm pretty sure I was thinking about one of those circus bears riding around on a bicycle in a Chinese Zoo because there's NO WAY I would ever smile at the thought of exercise)...

My instructor is a licensed psychopath. She has no fear. Despite her feeble size in comparison to me... she insists on belittling me and pushing me past my comfort zones. Pure evil incarnate I say. But in all seriousness, it and she kicks my ass and I love it.
I'm not sure what the official name is for a yoga instructor so I shall refer to her as Sensei.
I've been doing private lessons so as not to alarm the villagers when I work out. I'm beginning to see a direct correlation between yoga and male modeling (both of which I have extensive experience with).
Sensei says this is my best pose...

...I'd have to agree. I don't think you fully comprehend the effort that goes into "playing dead".
I find that after I do yoga for 90 minutes inside a giant oven my thoughts tend to shifts towards chasing butterflies in a field of daisies rather than self-loathing and destruction.
Here are some other frightening poses from my showcase posedown...


I got tricked into doing the one above. Apparently you don't really need "a little help" from your "friends". Whatever, it's not all gold.
So after my date with Satan, I went back to the welcoming arms of Savage Henry and rode for another hour.
Total for the day: 4 hours