My strongest muscle group, and my favorite to work out, is
legs. My friend was showing off the
results of his intense calf work the other day, and I knew not to reciprocate
because my genes have gifted me with miraculously gorgeous calves. Jealousy often follows this kind of
conversation because of this, and I have to defer to the “Thanks, Dad” sheepish
comment I always make. The dreaded look of
“I hate you” inevitably follows. My mind
immediately flashes to that Pantene commercial where she flips her hair and
says in her ambiguously foreign accent – perhaps people feel that foreign
beauty is somehow better than domestic beauty – “Don’t hate me because I’m
beautiful” – just be the best you that you can be.
This workout today – Lower Body Extreme Zone – is 40 minutes
of the best of what will make it painful for me to walk the stairs today and
tomorrow to my 2nd floor office.
Quads, hams, abductors – lunges, dead lifts and squats. I don’t often feel this way, but 30 minutes
later during my awesome breakfast, my muscles are still tired (fried egg on
Ezekiel toast, avocado and mandarin oranges if you were wondering). I always feel like I’ve really accomplished
something when I finish that workout because it’s one of the series that always
challenges me.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to get excited about another set
of bicep curls or shoulder presses. My
body seems to think that upper body muscle is a really good idea (Thanks,
again, Dad) – which it is to an extent, but developing giantific man arms is
not my goal. This is yet another reason
why putting my attention into legs is beneficial for my overall approach to my
aesthetic. It’s hard enough to find shirts to fit the balance between my
shoulders and waist as it is without adding muscle. If beauty is pain, then the sweaty face in
the mirror with avocado stuck to the corner of my mouth and no gas in the tank –
that’s beautiful.
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