Training Update

I have just started my third week of training -- 10 more to go. I almost feel comfortable wearing a tank-top to the gym, but don't want to do that just yet, though the other night I did reveal my progress in a sleeveless Nike shirt while doing curls. I'm starting to feel better. I think I look better too. Some of the puffiness in my face and jowls has seemed to go away. And my gut seems a little smaller. But most of all, my confidence level is coming back. I don't feel as tired and winded anymore.

Getting the Lead Out

This is my second post. I am at work, where most of my co-workers are gone to a convention in sunny Florida. Sure, every person you ask that says they "have to go", try to make it sound like it's such a big chore, and since they'll be working the whole time, they won't have any time to enjoy Pleasure Island in the off-hours. I don't buy it. At least they aren't bragging. So things are pretty slow around here and there's not much to motivate me to get anything done.



I live in California, but not the sunny part. I said to myself not too long ago that next year I will live in a place where I can actually enjoy the summer, not by going out of town on the weekends, but during the week as well. I could do that in NJ. Even NYC if I had connections to those fancy rooftop pools like in Sex and the City.



I was thinking more along the lines of the Carribean. I once spent two months in a bathing suit sipping Vodka Tings with topless English lasses in St. Martin. Ever since, I think I've been on island time. I show up to work at 10 am. Maybe that's why I wasn't invited to the convention. I'm never stressed. My life is a vacation. And I'm always hung-over on Mondays. Perhaps people know not to take me seriously, therefore my chances of becoming an executive at my current company are very slim.



Crap, if I could just think up a good idea to start my own company. To be a business owner, not an employee. How could I do it with no capital, no resources, and no products or services?



Either way, I get a paycheck every other Friday. Since I don't have to work too hard for it, I get to piss it away frivolously. Back when I had to do manual labor between cushy desk jobs I was very possessive about my money. I could quantify how hard I had to work for each and every dollar I had in my pocket. You didn't see me handing out cash to the truants in my neighborhood.

Female Body Builders

I just realized that female body builders are really hot. Even the really buffed out ones. My favorite is Denise Masino. She stands about a foot shorter than me, but she can out-bench, out-squat, and out-dead-lift me, by hundreds of pounds. She could probably even beat me in an arm-wrestling match, even though my arms are longer.



So I decide to adapt the lifestyle of a body builder. I've designed a twelve week training and dieting regimen that I will follow strictly to get myself into shape. That should be enough time for me to build up the courage for me to stalk one at a training convention or competition.



In twelve weeks it will be Halloween. At about that time my cape, codpiece and tights will be ready for my superhero costume. I'm also going to have a mask, gloves, and boots. The colors will be a metallic grey, with metallic navy blue accoutrements. I'll wear a matching belt, too. I'll be known as "The Tornado" so my My logo is going to be a simple graphic tornado, just a few dashes so it won't be too complicated -- like the spider for "Spiderman" or the bat for "Batman". I'm not into monograms like Superman or the Green Lantern. Plus I think someone already has "T". If not, I'll come up with another superhero, like "The Tan", or "Tunaman". My super powers will be the harnessing of the air and wind to pick me up to fly. I can also throw gusts of wind at my enemies and make their shoes fall off. I can also show my naughty side by blowing up womens' skirts.



(to be continued)