And now, it begins…
OK, I watched last night’s Bill Maher show, went to the gym, had lunch, everything is ready to go…
In a drama queen moment, the only reason I’m posting this now really, after I finished my cardio at the gym I went to the water fountain as I don’t hydrate during my workouts. On my way there, I notice the incline press is empty. So, I tell myself, when I walk back, if that’s still empty, I should have a go at it, just because.
So, I walk back, it’s empty, I toss 25 pounds on each arm, adjust the seat and pop in. I do a set, paying extra attention to my vantage point, the feeling in my arms, picture someone standing directly in front of me, push the handles up quicker, etc. Between sets, I notice that I drape my arms over the handles instinctively, like a scarecrow tacked up at the elbows. Think that body language might be useful, we’ll see soon enough.
Now that I’m home, I’m about to begin work on the book. The book, for a while now, begins with a guy in a gym whose life changes on an incline press. Like I said, total drama queen moment, but there you have it…
Enough of this, though, I’ve got more important text to massage…
