So, the last few weeks have been a bit of a kick in the groin for me. Not only have I suffered sickness due to an evil footlong but I've also been struggling with my groin strain and lack of drugs. I actually hurt my groin because someone asked me to jump for them and I wasn't warmed up at all. As soon as I did it I felt it go. Right now though the groin is starting to feel like it's coming good, but it's only me pushing it a little bit too hard and I'm back to struggling to walk/move/sleep. Hopefully it'll stay good for a long long time. As for the drugs, after suffering from the poisoning (curse you Subway! Trying to crush my dreams like that) I haven't been taking the drugs (by drugs I mean vitamins and supplements, not steroids or anything like that) I should be and I sort of lost my routine and have been struggling to get back to the gym. I've still been eating well, I just haven't been able to work on my fitness. This is quite a big set back because not only do I have to make up for the 2 weeks of holiday I have to make up for 2 weeks of sickness/injury. Did I mention that the Celtics are the NBA champs of 2008? Yeah, I thought I did but it was worth mentioning again.
Last night I was at Aidan's girlies b'day drinks thing and our friend Clay said I was a bit of a hero. The way he said it though was the best and I quote "Kev, it's great what you're doing. I know how hard it is for a skinny nerdy white guy to do something like that in this city". In answer to that I'm going to say I'm not skinny... scrawny would have been a better way of wording it. :P
Now it is time for my groin to toughen up and for me to get back into the painfree workout saddle!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Gastro-nomical
Greetings!
I'm back and fighting fit. First off the trip was awesome. Unfortunately I can't remember what happened on the trip because I was pretty much drunk the whole time. This may have had an effect on me when I got back to Perth because I got sick pretty much straight away when I didn't have alcohol in my system... Well, that's what I thought happened but it actually turned out to be food poisoning (i think). See, I had some Subway on Tuesday and started feeling pretty seedy after consuming the first half of it. I actually stopped eating the footlong after the first 6 inches and for anyone that's seen me eat would know 6 inches just isn't enough for me, I really need a footlong to satisfy me. Anyway, I put the rest of the sub in the fridge. That night I really started feeling it and for the next 3 days I was destroying the toilet. Not only that it took me 2 days to get back onto solids so come Friday I was mighty hungry. Now what should there be to eat? That's right the sub. That was possibly one of the stupidest things I ever done eating the rest of that sub. I spent the next 48 hours destroying the toilet again!
Just a quick thing on travelling on Friday 13th... Don't do it. I told my housemate, who was giving me a lift to the airport that I needed to be there by 7am to catch my 7:35 flight. We left home at 6:50 which is plenty time to get to the airport from where we live. This is if you go straight to the airport. Kate asked if it would be okay if we mailed some letters on the way, I knew we'd be pushing it, but I said okay because she was nice enough to give me a lift and I didn't want to be an asshole. That was my first mistake. I got to the airport at about 7:02 which ment that baggage had closed (by 2 minutes) so I had the choice of getting a later flight or dumping almost all of my luggage and packing as much as I could into my backpack and catching that flight. I decided to catch the later flight. This of course ment waiting around at the airport.... for 6 hours! Do you know what there is to do at the airport for 6 hours? Nothing, absolutely nothing... except jump on the computers they have there that are hooked up to the internet. I thought this would be an awesome idea, I could watch the Celtics vs Lakers game 4. There was my second mistake. When I logged on the Celtics were losing by about 100 points (it was only about 25 but it pretty much felt like 100 to me). What a great day I was having. I have to wait for a plane and the C's have lost game 4 by the second quarter. My plane then gets delayed by a hour and half. Yay, where's a razor when you need one to go cut some wrists? Not in the airport, you can't have anything metal in the airport especially something like a razor (insert emo smiley here). Then amazing happens (<---www.NBA.com joke), I log onto the net to see the final minutes/scores of the C's beating and they're not getting beaten! They're winning! All I can say is "take that Kobi you bitch!". After the C's close out the game I don't care about anything bad that happened to me that day. Kobi and the bitches have a cry and in the post game he talks about how he's going to go get drunk to drown his sorrows. Nice one, let's tell kids how if things don't go your way and you throw away your best chance the way to get over it is by getting drunk. Come on, let them work it out for themselves Kobi. How bout you tell these same kids that look up to you that the best way to shut someone up who's accusing you of rape is to give them a huge amount of cash? Given he lost the NBA finals I'm going to stop picking on him and I do know it's Kobe but the word 'bitch' starts with 'bi' so I feel that spelling it Kobi is just more appropriate.
Enough ranting from me. It's good to be back and I'll have to get back into the gym this week. Catch ya'll soon.
Kevy K
I'm back and fighting fit. First off the trip was awesome. Unfortunately I can't remember what happened on the trip because I was pretty much drunk the whole time. This may have had an effect on me when I got back to Perth because I got sick pretty much straight away when I didn't have alcohol in my system... Well, that's what I thought happened but it actually turned out to be food poisoning (i think). See, I had some Subway on Tuesday and started feeling pretty seedy after consuming the first half of it. I actually stopped eating the footlong after the first 6 inches and for anyone that's seen me eat would know 6 inches just isn't enough for me, I really need a footlong to satisfy me. Anyway, I put the rest of the sub in the fridge. That night I really started feeling it and for the next 3 days I was destroying the toilet. Not only that it took me 2 days to get back onto solids so come Friday I was mighty hungry. Now what should there be to eat? That's right the sub. That was possibly one of the stupidest things I ever done eating the rest of that sub. I spent the next 48 hours destroying the toilet again!
Just a quick thing on travelling on Friday 13th... Don't do it. I told my housemate, who was giving me a lift to the airport that I needed to be there by 7am to catch my 7:35 flight. We left home at 6:50 which is plenty time to get to the airport from where we live. This is if you go straight to the airport. Kate asked if it would be okay if we mailed some letters on the way, I knew we'd be pushing it, but I said okay because she was nice enough to give me a lift and I didn't want to be an asshole. That was my first mistake. I got to the airport at about 7:02 which ment that baggage had closed (by 2 minutes) so I had the choice of getting a later flight or dumping almost all of my luggage and packing as much as I could into my backpack and catching that flight. I decided to catch the later flight. This of course ment waiting around at the airport.... for 6 hours! Do you know what there is to do at the airport for 6 hours? Nothing, absolutely nothing... except jump on the computers they have there that are hooked up to the internet. I thought this would be an awesome idea, I could watch the Celtics vs Lakers game 4. There was my second mistake. When I logged on the Celtics were losing by about 100 points (it was only about 25 but it pretty much felt like 100 to me). What a great day I was having. I have to wait for a plane and the C's have lost game 4 by the second quarter. My plane then gets delayed by a hour and half. Yay, where's a razor when you need one to go cut some wrists? Not in the airport, you can't have anything metal in the airport especially something like a razor (insert emo smiley here). Then amazing happens (<---www.NBA.com joke), I log onto the net to see the final minutes/scores of the C's beating and they're not getting beaten! They're winning! All I can say is "take that Kobi you bitch!". After the C's close out the game I don't care about anything bad that happened to me that day. Kobi and the bitches have a cry and in the post game he talks about how he's going to go get drunk to drown his sorrows. Nice one, let's tell kids how if things don't go your way and you throw away your best chance the way to get over it is by getting drunk. Come on, let them work it out for themselves Kobi. How bout you tell these same kids that look up to you that the best way to shut someone up who's accusing you of rape is to give them a huge amount of cash? Given he lost the NBA finals I'm going to stop picking on him and I do know it's Kobe but the word 'bitch' starts with 'bi' so I feel that spelling it Kobi is just more appropriate.
Enough ranting from me. It's good to be back and I'll have to get back into the gym this week. Catch ya'll soon.
Kevy K
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
So Sick
Howdy,
I'm back from holidays, but I'm sick as a dog. I'll post a blog about my holiday when I'm feeling better and can think straight and don't need to go to the toilet every hour on the hour.
Kevy K
I'm back from holidays, but I'm sick as a dog. I'll post a blog about my holiday when I'm feeling better and can think straight and don't need to go to the toilet every hour on the hour.
Kevy K
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Vinegar, it's great on chips... What else can it do?
Hey guy,
I would start this with a friggin' Kobi and the Lakers... But I'm not going to. I'm going to say friggin' Courtney!!! My game 3 was ruined by a friend (replace friend with ex-friend) of mine Courtney. Courtney who's a bit of a Kobi fan (I'm not to sure how he feels about the Lakers though, not that there's much more than Kobi for the Lakers) messages me this "Haha kev told you bryant is the best" at about 4pm. I guess he didn't know that I was going to watch the game that afternoon and had been avoiding finding out the results so I could enjoy the game. You better hope that the C's win Courtney or you might wake up with a horse's head in your bed or something. So the Lakers got a win and avoided the sweep. But I saw how they were playing and I honestly can't see them winning more than one more game. C's in 5... maybe 6.
So I've spent this evening packing to go over east and scrubbing walls with vinegar. That's right, vinegar. The little exploding egg thing has left a nasty burnt egg/smoke smell around the house. Opening the windows and airing the house out hasn't worked so we've had to scrub the walls down. Damo (Kate's brother) started with chemical stuff which didn't work. I hit the place up with sugar soap which also didn't work. So now I've been using vinegar. I googled cleaning and apparently vinegar is awesome for cleaning stuff here's a link -
http://www.versatilevinegar.org/usesandtips.html
I have to get back to cleaning and also to bed. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 6am to catch a 7:30am plane. Given it's Friday the 13th I hope nothing bad happens to me. I am superstitious in some ways but Friday 13th isn't something I worry about. Maybe tomorrow will make me a believer.
Over the next couple of weeks I'm not too sure how much you guys will hear from me and also how well I'll stick to training/my diet. After the last couple of months I've been pretty good so I might bend the rules a little.
Catch ya'll soon!
I would start this with a friggin' Kobi and the Lakers... But I'm not going to. I'm going to say friggin' Courtney!!! My game 3 was ruined by a friend (replace friend with ex-friend) of mine Courtney. Courtney who's a bit of a Kobi fan (I'm not to sure how he feels about the Lakers though, not that there's much more than Kobi for the Lakers) messages me this "Haha kev told you bryant is the best" at about 4pm. I guess he didn't know that I was going to watch the game that afternoon and had been avoiding finding out the results so I could enjoy the game. You better hope that the C's win Courtney or you might wake up with a horse's head in your bed or something. So the Lakers got a win and avoided the sweep. But I saw how they were playing and I honestly can't see them winning more than one more game. C's in 5... maybe 6.
So I've spent this evening packing to go over east and scrubbing walls with vinegar. That's right, vinegar. The little exploding egg thing has left a nasty burnt egg/smoke smell around the house. Opening the windows and airing the house out hasn't worked so we've had to scrub the walls down. Damo (Kate's brother) started with chemical stuff which didn't work. I hit the place up with sugar soap which also didn't work. So now I've been using vinegar. I googled cleaning and apparently vinegar is awesome for cleaning stuff here's a link -
http://www.versatilevinegar.org/usesandtips.html
I have to get back to cleaning and also to bed. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 6am to catch a 7:30am plane. Given it's Friday the 13th I hope nothing bad happens to me. I am superstitious in some ways but Friday 13th isn't something I worry about. Maybe tomorrow will make me a believer.
Over the next couple of weeks I'm not too sure how much you guys will hear from me and also how well I'll stick to training/my diet. After the last couple of months I've been pretty good so I might bend the rules a little.
Catch ya'll soon!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Exploding eggs?
What an interesting couple of days I've had. I can't believe that the Celtics almost lost yesterday after being 24 points up at one point. I was stressing out so much, but then they held strong and I was extremely happy. The C's are up 2-0 and just need 1 in LA to pretty much seal it. Still, I'm never going to count Kobi out of anything.
But today was where the real interesting things happened. Before I get into today's events I forgot to tell everyone about my housemate's brother coming to stay with us. The house I live in is actually owned by my housemate's brother who works as a professional dancer on a cruise ship. So he's in Perth for a couple of months every year. It's kinda strange living with your landlord for a couple of months, especially when he likes things as clean as he does and I'm not that stressed about how clean things are. Kate cleaned the place pretty good and I helped out here and there so Damo could come home to a clean house. Remember this for what I'm about to tell you next...
I have Aidan's camera cause he was taking some time off filming me (soft Aidan). I was going to get some numbers of my body fat % and blood pressure and stuff like that. You know to see how I'm progressing health wise. So I've woken up and done my morning things, then got ready to go to the gym. While getting ready I decided to boil some eggs for today and tomorrow. So I put the eggs on the stove, turn on the heat and get ready for the gym. At the gym I'm expecting to see Zinni there to do all the tests but he's not about. I workout for about 1.5 hours and still no Zinni. Not wanting to waste time waiting around for him and not getting any filming done I decide to head home. When I'm about half way home I remember... I remember that I put eggs onto boil and I didn't take them off the stove or even turn the heat down. There is eggs on the stove that have been boiling for 1.5 hours and my housemate's brother who is a clean freak is ment to be home at 12:30. I had got to the gym a little after 11, the time was after 12:30 and I was still 5 minutes from home. Time to stress out more than I was when the C's nearly gave up their 24 point lead.
Does anyone know the panic feeling you get when you've left something out that someone might find and you don't want them to find it? You know like a special b'day present for a loved one that you want to keep secret and you stupidly leave it on your bed after getting a call from your mates telling you to come hang out with them. That's how I was feeling except it wouldn't be hugs and kisses if I'd burnt the house down. When I got home I ran into the house, just because the 5 seconds I save by running vs walking is going to make all the difference after leaving eggs cooking for over 1.5 hours. I get inside and the house is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe in the kitchen. I look into the pot and the water is completely gone and there's not much else in the pot either. Now let me tell you what happens to eggs that are cooked for that long. What happen is they explode and they explode good. There was egg bits everywhere, there was egg bits and shells on the floor 3m from the stove, egg yolk on the ceiling and around the pot was just a mess. In the pot was about 4-5 sorry bits of charcoal that sorta looked like eggs (I had put 9 into boil). Realistically I was lucky that I didn't burn the house down and that Damo didn't get home before me. It is about 12 hours after the event the house still smells like burnt egg. :(
So there's the exploding egg story and how I'm lucky not to have burnt the house down on the day my landlord got into Perth after being on a plane for 14 hours. I bet you all thought I was going to talk about my flatulence after eating a bunch of eggs.
Here's hoping the C's win game 3! Oh, and that I get to dunk before I'm 30... but the C's come first right now.
But today was where the real interesting things happened. Before I get into today's events I forgot to tell everyone about my housemate's brother coming to stay with us. The house I live in is actually owned by my housemate's brother who works as a professional dancer on a cruise ship. So he's in Perth for a couple of months every year. It's kinda strange living with your landlord for a couple of months, especially when he likes things as clean as he does and I'm not that stressed about how clean things are. Kate cleaned the place pretty good and I helped out here and there so Damo could come home to a clean house. Remember this for what I'm about to tell you next...
I have Aidan's camera cause he was taking some time off filming me (soft Aidan). I was going to get some numbers of my body fat % and blood pressure and stuff like that. You know to see how I'm progressing health wise. So I've woken up and done my morning things, then got ready to go to the gym. While getting ready I decided to boil some eggs for today and tomorrow. So I put the eggs on the stove, turn on the heat and get ready for the gym. At the gym I'm expecting to see Zinni there to do all the tests but he's not about. I workout for about 1.5 hours and still no Zinni. Not wanting to waste time waiting around for him and not getting any filming done I decide to head home. When I'm about half way home I remember... I remember that I put eggs onto boil and I didn't take them off the stove or even turn the heat down. There is eggs on the stove that have been boiling for 1.5 hours and my housemate's brother who is a clean freak is ment to be home at 12:30. I had got to the gym a little after 11, the time was after 12:30 and I was still 5 minutes from home. Time to stress out more than I was when the C's nearly gave up their 24 point lead.
Does anyone know the panic feeling you get when you've left something out that someone might find and you don't want them to find it? You know like a special b'day present for a loved one that you want to keep secret and you stupidly leave it on your bed after getting a call from your mates telling you to come hang out with them. That's how I was feeling except it wouldn't be hugs and kisses if I'd burnt the house down. When I got home I ran into the house, just because the 5 seconds I save by running vs walking is going to make all the difference after leaving eggs cooking for over 1.5 hours. I get inside and the house is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe in the kitchen. I look into the pot and the water is completely gone and there's not much else in the pot either. Now let me tell you what happens to eggs that are cooked for that long. What happen is they explode and they explode good. There was egg bits everywhere, there was egg bits and shells on the floor 3m from the stove, egg yolk on the ceiling and around the pot was just a mess. In the pot was about 4-5 sorry bits of charcoal that sorta looked like eggs (I had put 9 into boil). Realistically I was lucky that I didn't burn the house down and that Damo didn't get home before me. It is about 12 hours after the event the house still smells like burnt egg. :(
So there's the exploding egg story and how I'm lucky not to have burnt the house down on the day my landlord got into Perth after being on a plane for 14 hours. I bet you all thought I was going to talk about my flatulence after eating a bunch of eggs.
Here's hoping the C's win game 3! Oh, and that I get to dunk before I'm 30... but the C's come first right now.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Celtics, Peer Pressure & Idiots
Well, sorry for the time between blogs. But I've been lazy... I mean I haven't been able to find the time to write something up.
First up, GO CELTICS!!! My C's are finally in the NBA finals after 21 years of mediocrity and now they're 1-0 up vs Kobi Bryant and the euro-trash. Paul Pierce is going play out the rest of the series on 1 leg and his team mates are going to rally behind him and put the Lakers away. Boston can't lose both the NBA and the Superbowl in the same year. My god though the euro-trash, what a bunch of bitches. They cry so much. Honestly they should get into soccer and hang out there. But enough complaining about pansies for a paragraph or so, the C's are winning the NBA finals right now and hopefully this trend continues until it's over.
I'd like to put a shout out here for my good friend Nick (who is a reader/supporter of Can Kev Dunk. Love your support Buddy!). Nick has been a mate of mine for about 10 years now and he is one of the best blokes I know. Nick's been in Melbourne the last year or so and is nowhere near as fit as he used to be. This guy used to be a good long distance runner and would compete in marathons/half marathons. So given he's not been exercising a hell of a lot taking on Jacob's ladder with me isn't going to make his legs too happy. That said, Nick has one small fault and that's his lack of will when it comes to Jacob's ladder. Now by lack of will I don't mean he does 3 laps and then says "I'm hurting I'm going to stop now", by lack of will I mean he does 3 laps and says "I'm hurting", I'll then say something like "so you've got 3 laps left then?. Nick will then go on to do 5-6 more laps. I think if you haven't done Jacob's in a while 5 laps is plenty. Nick did 8 or 9 after not doing them for a long time. This is all because of peer pressure and peer pressure is a wonderful thing. It makes you do stupid things because someone else is pushing you to do it. I think the last 3 laps of Nick's session were from me saying "one more Nick, one more buddy". It must have been 3 days later when Nick sent me a message saying that he had just started walking again. So kids, just say 'no' to peer pressure. Nick, you sir are a true trooper. If there's a war and we get drafted I hope you're in my unit.
I'd like to end this chapter of Can Kev Dunk with a story of idiots. Today I was playing ball for my social team the Rockets. We were in a tightish game that was very heavily defensively orientated. With 6 minutes to go we had a fairly solid lead and were up by 10 points. This is where we stopped scoring. That's right for the remaining 6 minutes we didn't score. Now, I'm not calling the Rockets idiots because we couldn't score I'm calling the ref's and a player on the other team idiots for what happened in the last minute of the game. With a minute to go we're up by 4 points we get a loose rebound and naturally the other team press. My mate Steve is bringing the ball up and tries to split 2 defenders and gets tripped up (should have been a foul) the ball rolls loose and I manage to get there about the same time as someone on the other team. I've got 2 hands on the ball and bring it into my chest while the other guy has one hand on it. Somehow this guy ends up on my back while I'm crouched over protecting the ball, I'm pretty sure a whistle blows and I figure it's the ref calling a jump ball. Anyway, I've got this guy on my back and I don't like the idea that someone's getting a pony ride from me and not paying for it so I drop the shoulder he's on to try to get him off me. He hits the floor pretty hard, it wasn't my intention to hurt the guy but I still didn't like the fact that he was on my back. This is when he gets up and pushes me. I'm not a big guy but this guy was smaller than me so his push actually just moves him away. Everyone on the court and stadium has seen this cause we're the only ones playing in the stadium. Steve's the first in there a wraps the guy up and separates us while the ref grabs me and pulls me back. Then about 30 seconds later once everything's calmed down the ref calls a foul on me! I don't know what the ref was thinking but if there's someone on my back how can that be a foul on me and if the other guy pushes me and I don't react how can that not be a technical on him. Anyway, it worked out in the end because we play with a continuous clock so the whole thing caused the game clock to run out and after the foul shots we won by 3. I'm still upset that I got a foul called on me.
Well, that's enough on joy, peer pressure and ranting. Hopefully I'll get another blog up before heading over east for a week and a bit.
First up, GO CELTICS!!! My C's are finally in the NBA finals after 21 years of mediocrity and now they're 1-0 up vs Kobi Bryant and the euro-trash. Paul Pierce is going play out the rest of the series on 1 leg and his team mates are going to rally behind him and put the Lakers away. Boston can't lose both the NBA and the Superbowl in the same year. My god though the euro-trash, what a bunch of bitches. They cry so much. Honestly they should get into soccer and hang out there. But enough complaining about pansies for a paragraph or so, the C's are winning the NBA finals right now and hopefully this trend continues until it's over.
I'd like to put a shout out here for my good friend Nick (who is a reader/supporter of Can Kev Dunk. Love your support Buddy!). Nick has been a mate of mine for about 10 years now and he is one of the best blokes I know. Nick's been in Melbourne the last year or so and is nowhere near as fit as he used to be. This guy used to be a good long distance runner and would compete in marathons/half marathons. So given he's not been exercising a hell of a lot taking on Jacob's ladder with me isn't going to make his legs too happy. That said, Nick has one small fault and that's his lack of will when it comes to Jacob's ladder. Now by lack of will I don't mean he does 3 laps and then says "I'm hurting I'm going to stop now", by lack of will I mean he does 3 laps and says "I'm hurting", I'll then say something like "so you've got 3 laps left then?. Nick will then go on to do 5-6 more laps. I think if you haven't done Jacob's in a while 5 laps is plenty. Nick did 8 or 9 after not doing them for a long time. This is all because of peer pressure and peer pressure is a wonderful thing. It makes you do stupid things because someone else is pushing you to do it. I think the last 3 laps of Nick's session were from me saying "one more Nick, one more buddy". It must have been 3 days later when Nick sent me a message saying that he had just started walking again. So kids, just say 'no' to peer pressure. Nick, you sir are a true trooper. If there's a war and we get drafted I hope you're in my unit.
I'd like to end this chapter of Can Kev Dunk with a story of idiots. Today I was playing ball for my social team the Rockets. We were in a tightish game that was very heavily defensively orientated. With 6 minutes to go we had a fairly solid lead and were up by 10 points. This is where we stopped scoring. That's right for the remaining 6 minutes we didn't score. Now, I'm not calling the Rockets idiots because we couldn't score I'm calling the ref's and a player on the other team idiots for what happened in the last minute of the game. With a minute to go we're up by 4 points we get a loose rebound and naturally the other team press. My mate Steve is bringing the ball up and tries to split 2 defenders and gets tripped up (should have been a foul) the ball rolls loose and I manage to get there about the same time as someone on the other team. I've got 2 hands on the ball and bring it into my chest while the other guy has one hand on it. Somehow this guy ends up on my back while I'm crouched over protecting the ball, I'm pretty sure a whistle blows and I figure it's the ref calling a jump ball. Anyway, I've got this guy on my back and I don't like the idea that someone's getting a pony ride from me and not paying for it so I drop the shoulder he's on to try to get him off me. He hits the floor pretty hard, it wasn't my intention to hurt the guy but I still didn't like the fact that he was on my back. This is when he gets up and pushes me. I'm not a big guy but this guy was smaller than me so his push actually just moves him away. Everyone on the court and stadium has seen this cause we're the only ones playing in the stadium. Steve's the first in there a wraps the guy up and separates us while the ref grabs me and pulls me back. Then about 30 seconds later once everything's calmed down the ref calls a foul on me! I don't know what the ref was thinking but if there's someone on my back how can that be a foul on me and if the other guy pushes me and I don't react how can that not be a technical on him. Anyway, it worked out in the end because we play with a continuous clock so the whole thing caused the game clock to run out and after the foul shots we won by 3. I'm still upset that I got a foul called on me.
Well, that's enough on joy, peer pressure and ranting. Hopefully I'll get another blog up before heading over east for a week and a bit.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Hanging with the Meatheads
The other day I went to the gym. At the gym was my two favourite meatheads, Paul & Jimmy. These guys aren't like a lot of meatheads you can get at the gym, they are huge though. I'm about 1/2 the size of Jimmy and maybe 1/3 the size of Paul. What I love about these two is they go and do their thing, they don't dick around, they're lifting heavy things and keeping to themselves without hogging the equipment. I'm the type of gym goer that moves around the gym trying not to be noticed.
This might be because I'm all of 70kgs and I don't have arms as big as most people's legs. Or it might be because I don't need the attention or feel the urge to make loud noises during my sets (this may change when I'm lifting really heavy things).
One thing I find with other meatheads is they tend to hang out in a pack of 3-4 near one piece of equipment talking until the biggest one decides that they want to lift something. He does his set with a bunch of grunts and pained noises and then a smaller meathead gets on the equipment trying to lift as much as the 'alpha' of the group. He does 1 rep and realises that continuing maybe cost him his life when the barbell gets too heavy, he drops it and ends up crushing his skull. Okay, maybe I'm living in a little dream world there but I still wouldn't mind seeing it sometime and honestly who would think that some of these guys would have the brains to realise that the weights are too much for them?
Anyway, usually the typical meatheads will hang out at a bench for about 10-15 minutes talking about crap and in total do about 1 set each... 1 set in 15 minutes! What is the point of that? That's right nothing. There is no point them being there and I bet if you could be bothered asking them if you could use the equipment that they pretty much don't seem to be using they'd tell you to piss off (they'd probably say it nicer than that... maybe). That's just one of my pet hates. I'm glad my 2 favourite gym rats aren't true to the bone meatheads.
On a side note, I hurt my groin muscle tonight. Not sure what it is, I'm hoping it's just some bruising (I landed awkwardly on some guys knee at basketball after he took a shot) but I actually think I've strained it a little. And yes, it's actually the groin muscle not my man bits that I've strained. I know what you all were thinking. I'll push through it though it'll go away within the next couple of days I'm sure.
This might be because I'm all of 70kgs and I don't have arms as big as most people's legs. Or it might be because I don't need the attention or feel the urge to make loud noises during my sets (this may change when I'm lifting really heavy things).
One thing I find with other meatheads is they tend to hang out in a pack of 3-4 near one piece of equipment talking until the biggest one decides that they want to lift something. He does his set with a bunch of grunts and pained noises and then a smaller meathead gets on the equipment trying to lift as much as the 'alpha' of the group. He does 1 rep and realises that continuing maybe cost him his life when the barbell gets too heavy, he drops it and ends up crushing his skull. Okay, maybe I'm living in a little dream world there but I still wouldn't mind seeing it sometime and honestly who would think that some of these guys would have the brains to realise that the weights are too much for them?
Anyway, usually the typical meatheads will hang out at a bench for about 10-15 minutes talking about crap and in total do about 1 set each... 1 set in 15 minutes! What is the point of that? That's right nothing. There is no point them being there and I bet if you could be bothered asking them if you could use the equipment that they pretty much don't seem to be using they'd tell you to piss off (they'd probably say it nicer than that... maybe). That's just one of my pet hates. I'm glad my 2 favourite gym rats aren't true to the bone meatheads.
On a side note, I hurt my groin muscle tonight. Not sure what it is, I'm hoping it's just some bruising (I landed awkwardly on some guys knee at basketball after he took a shot) but I actually think I've strained it a little. And yes, it's actually the groin muscle not my man bits that I've strained. I know what you all were thinking. I'll push through it though it'll go away within the next couple of days I'm sure.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
No Alcohol or Sugar Makes Kev Go Something, Something.
So, I've been on this crappy diet for 4 weeks now and all I can say is... No alcohol or sugar makes Kev go a little crazy.
If anyone has ever gone from eating all that delicious crap and getting intoxicated regularly to no crap and no alcohol at all they'll know what I'm going through. If you haven't done anything like that then I suggest you test yourself by doing it for 2 weeks.
Yesterday we got our shipment of chocolates and chips and other sugary goodness in at work. As soon as Tom got there he opened up one of my favourite chocolate bars and started chowing down on it while I sat there eating my eggs and fruit. I don't think Tom knows how close he was to being stabbed to death with a pen.
Anyway, I could bitch like this for hours (like I already do) or I can go boil some eggs and enjoy the healthy goodness they provide me with. Here's hoping this helps me get to a point where I'm playing above the rim.
If anyone has ever gone from eating all that delicious crap and getting intoxicated regularly to no crap and no alcohol at all they'll know what I'm going through. If you haven't done anything like that then I suggest you test yourself by doing it for 2 weeks.Yesterday we got our shipment of chocolates and chips and other sugary goodness in at work. As soon as Tom got there he opened up one of my favourite chocolate bars and started chowing down on it while I sat there eating my eggs and fruit. I don't think Tom knows how close he was to being stabbed to death with a pen.
Anyway, I could bitch like this for hours (like I already do) or I can go boil some eggs and enjoy the healthy goodness they provide me with. Here's hoping this helps me get to a point where I'm playing above the rim.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Zinni Factor
Hey guys, the follow events happened about 2 weeks ago but because of the slackness from the nerds (love your work Aidan & Matty) I couldn't really put anything up until now. Hopefully their slowly but surely attitude will be the same for me and it'll end with me dunking.
Anyway, the Zinni Factor. Our good friend Zinni is a personal trainer. He graciously took some time out of a couple of days to set me up with a training program and sort my diet out. The first day we caught up with Zinni he did the typical stuff that happens when you join the gym. Height, weight, body fat %, blood pressure, you get the idea. Paul had a good laugh at this, I was pretty much average or below average in every test he took. Exceedingly high was my blood pressure. I blame the Ultimate Whopper for that. He basically said for any chance of success I need to cut out anything negative in my diet. That means bye to sugar, fat and wost of all alcohol!
The following day I showed up to the gym ready to do some working out. Paul gave me a training program and then took me through some plyometric training. What happens with plyometric training for anyone that hasn't done it before or seen it done is you jump around on boxes and look like an idiot. Then you add into this the personal trainer telling you to do it faster or with better technique. It's great fun and I woke up the next day feeling mighty sore... By sore I mean I couldn't move. So now I'm in for a few months of weights and jumping on boxes and plenty of soreness with no alcohol to wash away the pain.
My vertical leap stands at 22". This is a true vertical leap (Straight up jumping with no run up or steps before jumping at all). For me to have a chance I should expect this to get over 30".
Anyway, the Zinni Factor. Our good friend Zinni is a personal trainer. He graciously took some time out of a couple of days to set me up with a training program and sort my diet out. The first day we caught up with Zinni he did the typical stuff that happens when you join the gym. Height, weight, body fat %, blood pressure, you get the idea. Paul had a good laugh at this, I was pretty much average or below average in every test he took. Exceedingly high was my blood pressure. I blame the Ultimate Whopper for that. He basically said for any chance of success I need to cut out anything negative in my diet. That means bye to sugar, fat and wost of all alcohol!
The following day I showed up to the gym ready to do some working out. Paul gave me a training program and then took me through some plyometric training. What happens with plyometric training for anyone that hasn't done it before or seen it done is you jump around on boxes and look like an idiot. Then you add into this the personal trainer telling you to do it faster or with better technique. It's great fun and I woke up the next day feeling mighty sore... By sore I mean I couldn't move. So now I'm in for a few months of weights and jumping on boxes and plenty of soreness with no alcohol to wash away the pain.
My vertical leap stands at 22". This is a true vertical leap (Straight up jumping with no run up or steps before jumping at all). For me to have a chance I should expect this to get over 30".
The Haircut
We recently cut kev's hair.
The reason for this has to do with the structure of Documentary.
We cut Kev's hair to serve as a timeline for his Quest to Dunk.
Its rather simple... As Kev's hair grows, the doco continues.
The reason for this has to do with the structure of Documentary.
We cut Kev's hair to serve as a timeline for his Quest to Dunk.
Its rather simple... As Kev's hair grows, the doco continues.
First Post
This blog has been set up to provide digital proof that Kevin Turner once had a dream. He is on a mission, a mission to dunk.
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