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.

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.

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".

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.

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.