T-freques. T-peeps. I beseech you. Lend me thine eyes so thou can readest mine post or some crap. “Who Missed Me?!?!” That’s my “gimmick” when I climb aboard the camp bus every afternoon following a long, exhausting, and kickass quality fun day hearding my little “*Vultures” around camp (*My little brood’s name is the Very Very Vultures). The campers look to me as their leader and I , in turn, teach them the wonders of repeating such phrases as “Bugalooga loo Bugalooga loo, I’m ovuh hea now!” over and over again. Children need to be cultured, and what better way than the writings of DICE?
The day is like a six hour long circuit training session complete with swimming and my hanging from the monkey bars and doing chins every chance I get. I’m known to srip to the waist and run around for no other reason than having no reason at all (except for the fact that I’ve been training hard so I could be happy when I took my shirt off for no reason at all). But I, as usual, digress.
I’m training three days a week, still cutting and ripping, though I shall be switching my routine to Charles Staley’s Convergent Phase Training as suggested my one of my tightest T-bros, Timbo. Damnit, now I’m becoming the T-version of Dr. Seuss. Training three days per week when I’m so active keeps me from burning out and overtraining, so it’s working quite well.
In other news, my girlfriend gets back from Disney World (she had to go, I can’t explain it, I can’t understand it, I’m not even going to attempt it) on Sunday. People who will not be able to walk straight by Monday: Her. That is all.
I got my life-line resistance cable yesterday and I plan on devoting much of tomorrow seeing how badly (meaning good) I can destroy myself with it. Maybe I’ll even bring Coney Island Bill into the mix, “Menage a T”.
This whole functional training thing has got me pumped. I’ve got to start incorporating some of this stuff into my routines. That to me is the true kickass portion of training: infinite variety. Change it up, feel a new pump, feel a new pain, try a new move, see a new vein. I’m going to the beach now. You kids be good (meaning bad).
“MB Eric: Asking where his T-freques at since 1314”