Given that I am now hovering around 158 lbs (with a lower fat content of 17.5%, though), I decided on a whim to try something drastic. I'll go away for two weeks to Indonesia, hoping that they don't have there as many amazing desserts as in the cafeteria where I work. It is drastic, but as a side effect I will see S. there.
Last night I went to see the Streb SLAM show, that takes place in the warehouse where I take my trapeze classes. It was delightful.
The coincidence is this: There was a raffle with four prizes. The flying trapeze class, the pop action class, and the gift certificate for a restaurant closeby were all won by the three women closest to me.
Was it that the audience was all male but for three women sprinkled around? Not so. These three women were also my friends.
Was it that I used my acquaintance with some of the performers to bias the results of the raffle? Not so.
The explanation is more mundane: the kids who sold the raffle tickets and drew them from the pot hadn't shuffled properly. The winning tickets were 4213403, 4213401 and 4213384. The first two were bought by N and S within seconds of each other. The third one... that's a coincidence. Unless M noticed that nobody was checking the numbers, and cunningly declared herself the winner so that the real winner didn't bother looking at his ticket. I am impressed.
But consider this: M was the fourth winner. Everybody had had the time to look at their tickets thrice. I myself had time to check my ticket number before M screamed with excitement. It was 4213385. I had bought six tickets and given three to M, one to T and one to K. One of those I gave to M was the winner.
Later in the evening, M was able to convince N to trade her flying trapeze lesson against the restaurant gift certificate. That was cunning. N was so thrilled that she had won something "for the first time in [her] life" that she didn't mind what it was: "It could have been a pencil, I would have been as happy."
As for myself, I felt proud to have brought twenty people to the show (out of an audience of about eighty), to have won by proxy three fourth of the prizes, and finally to be able to feed excellent cheese to the ten friends who ended up at my place: the cheese store on Bedford Avenue was just a few minutes away from closing when I passed in front.
Allthis to say that maybe it is time to switch career.
My dire predictions did not come to pass. On Wednesday morning, I woke up, removed the two ice packs from my leg -- They seemed warmer than me. I got out of bed. I walked. And hence the universal law suffers some exceptions, and therefore I will be in good enough physical condition to show off again next week.
And in the meanwhile, my weight is going up, up, up. 157.6 this morning. If only, once again, I had Skinny Bunny's will, I would run like she does.
At the same time, I have an advantage over her: I will spend the holidays in Indonesia, where Christmas will be an occasion for a delirious second serving of peanut chicken, but no more.
I stumbled upon a universal law this evening: Working out with a group of young and attractive women is not conducive to working out with care.
During the conditioning part of my Fly/Bounce/Crunch class, we did some exercises on the silk, where I could show off (I am very strong... for a woman). But when it came to stretching, I came to forget that the show off time was over. One leg in the silk, the other on the ground, doing as much of a split as I could, first on my good side, hearing my workout-mates say: "whao". Then on my bad side, hearing my leg say: "Tchonk".
It doesn't hurt at this time, but if I remember well from a similar mishap in my extreme stretching class, as my body cools down, it will barely be able to walk, and same with me, as I never walk without my body. For now: ibuprofen by the truckload and, as the ice pack pamphlet says: RICE -- Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate. Much less conspicuous than if it had said: IIII - Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice.
Tomorrow is the day: I am supposed to do ten chin-ups. I have been practicing with ten extra pounds: five on my ankles that I will shed on the last day, and five in my belly that alas will take some time to get rid of.
It is a understatement to say that I am extremely excited. The trapeze rigger just left. We discussed installing a static trapeze in my apartment. It is completely doable, and it should be all done by January end.
What does this have to do with the theme of this blog? Well, this means I will have my daily dose of workout, and hence will go towards 0 at a faster pace, maybe even going towards it rather than away from it.
