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Oct. 17th, 2007 01:17 amOh, and funny story.
My dad and I work out together, as you know, and we were there tonight when, right before we left, I told my dad to get on the squat machine thing because I was curious as to how much weight he could do. He sits down, leaving the machine right where the setting was when we walked over (290 lbs), and does a few reps.
He then dares me to. I figure, no way. I do 50 reps of 150 on that thing every (or almost every--sometimes I wimp out and go for 130) day I go, but that's nearly double what I normally do.
I sit down, and to my surprise, I had very little problem with it. I stopped after 5 reps simply because my back was being pressed into the seat so hard by the pushing force that it was quite uncomfortable, but my legs were barely feeling anything.
This is huge. I mean, that's a tiny bit less than twice my weight. I feel strong now.
I'm wearing one of the 6 or so sweaters I got on Sunday when the school that works out of my church (some independent thing) was in the process of tearing down the leftovers from a garage sale in the gym (where volleyball is) , and said that whatever was left was free. Sadly,most all of the nice pants and shoes didn't fit me, but I grabbed all the sweaters I could. Because though they're normally not my style (as most tend to be baggy in all the wrong places and generally not flattering, plus I'm usually warm anytime I'm out somewhere), I'll make an exception for free clothing. The one I've got on is knitted out of this beautiful mixed blue and green yarn and is probably my favorite just for that reason, even though the sleeves are all baggy.
And I'm not sure if I have an eye doctor appointment tomorrow or not. Because I'm scheduled to, but according to whatever statement (or some such document) we just got, the insurance hasn't been updated to cover us yet and is only on my mum. So idk. I like the glasses I have so much that I don't really want to go in there and have them say that I need a totally new prescription (which I'm pretty sure is going to happen) and make the old ones worthless. I wouldn't mind new frames, since with the insurance they'll be virtually free (when mum went, she only paid for the fact that she got those Transitions sunglass/regular glass lenses and no-line bifocals) and it'd be nice to have a spare, so it'd be okay if they were only a little different. I'd consider just putting new lenses in the old frames, but technically speaking, the old ones have been broken since I got them--the holes for the screws that hold the earpieces in have been stripped out since the day I got them, resulting in wobbly ear pieces and no real way to fix it. So yes. I don't know if I'm even going, because if the insurance isn't on, I don't really need new ones.
Idk how I'm going to fit everything in tomorrow, though. I've got the eye doctor (possibly), I've got to read Heart of Darkness (because I've been scraping through english on the fact that I read it ages ago, but I've got to write an in-class essay on Thursday, so I desperately need to reread it), I'm supposed to go volunteer at the Democratic party office downtown, and I need to start my midterm paper for AII that's due Friday, as MiniMed prevents me from doing much on Thursday without being miserable and up all bloody night. And at some point I should hit the gym, because I've been trying to go every day (as much as I can, with class and minimed and work and such) lately, and Wednesday is one of my usual days from even before the every day thing. Ahh, life around midterms. Why do you enjoy breaking my head so?
My dad and I work out together, as you know, and we were there tonight when, right before we left, I told my dad to get on the squat machine thing because I was curious as to how much weight he could do. He sits down, leaving the machine right where the setting was when we walked over (290 lbs), and does a few reps.
He then dares me to. I figure, no way. I do 50 reps of 150 on that thing every (or almost every--sometimes I wimp out and go for 130) day I go, but that's nearly double what I normally do.
I sit down, and to my surprise, I had very little problem with it. I stopped after 5 reps simply because my back was being pressed into the seat so hard by the pushing force that it was quite uncomfortable, but my legs were barely feeling anything.
This is huge. I mean, that's a tiny bit less than twice my weight. I feel strong now.
I'm wearing one of the 6 or so sweaters I got on Sunday when the school that works out of my church (some independent thing) was in the process of tearing down the leftovers from a garage sale in the gym (where volleyball is) , and said that whatever was left was free. Sadly,
And I'm not sure if I have an eye doctor appointment tomorrow or not. Because I'm scheduled to, but according to whatever statement (or some such document) we just got, the insurance hasn't been updated to cover us yet and is only on my mum. So idk. I like the glasses I have so much that I don't really want to go in there and have them say that I need a totally new prescription (which I'm pretty sure is going to happen) and make the old ones worthless. I wouldn't mind new frames, since with the insurance they'll be virtually free (when mum went, she only paid for the fact that she got those Transitions sunglass/regular glass lenses and no-line bifocals) and it'd be nice to have a spare, so it'd be okay if they were only a little different. I'd consider just putting new lenses in the old frames, but technically speaking, the old ones have been broken since I got them--the holes for the screws that hold the earpieces in have been stripped out since the day I got them, resulting in wobbly ear pieces and no real way to fix it. So yes. I don't know if I'm even going, because if the insurance isn't on, I don't really need new ones.
Idk how I'm going to fit everything in tomorrow, though. I've got the eye doctor (possibly), I've got to read Heart of Darkness (because I've been scraping through english on the fact that I read it ages ago, but I've got to write an in-class essay on Thursday, so I desperately need to reread it), I'm supposed to go volunteer at the Democratic party office downtown, and I need to start my midterm paper for AII that's due Friday, as MiniMed prevents me from doing much on Thursday without being miserable and up all bloody night. And at some point I should hit the gym, because I've been trying to go every day (as much as I can, with class and minimed and work and such) lately, and Wednesday is one of my usual days from even before the every day thing. Ahh, life around midterms. Why do you enjoy breaking my head so?
