awesome
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY_zJEsHjYE&hl=en&fs=1&]
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY_zJEsHjYE&hl=en&fs=1&]
so we were at rickys yesterday
and a lil kid puts on an obama mask..
and says..
"u wanna meet the president...u wanna meet the president" in that high squeaky voice..
then he goes and grabs a dagger or knife...
and says
"the president is evil...the president is evil"
hilarious.
johns....costume.
and a lil kid puts on an obama mask..
and says..
"u wanna meet the president...u wanna meet the president" in that high squeaky voice..
then he goes and grabs a dagger or knife...
and says
"the president is evil...the president is evil"
hilarious.
johns....costume.
in a high volume apt....u can only expect the bare minimum from the regulars of ur guests.....which is ...
1. take off your shoes
2. please put your cup away
3. don't piss on the floor
4. please no dirty socks laying around
i think that's about it? is it too much to ask for?
1. take off your shoes
2. please put your cup away
3. don't piss on the floor
4. please no dirty socks laying around
i think that's about it? is it too much to ask for?
monday
4 flights of stairs with 25lb dumbells.
4 flights of stairs without
15 pushups on medicine ball
15 pullups
70 lounges
x3.
dumbell bench one arm alternating
cable row one arm alterating
hammer curls
dips
x3.
abs
wednesday
1 hour spin
thursday
15 min run
20 dumbell squat presses
15 up downs with pushups and pullups
30 lounges w dumbells
x3
15 2 ft box jumps
10 2-deadlift pulls with 1-press
20 medicine ball twists
20 medicine ball slams w twist
20 one leg box squats
x3
abs
.....
bringing back 2006.
4 flights of stairs with 25lb dumbells.
4 flights of stairs without
15 pushups on medicine ball
15 pullups
70 lounges
x3.
dumbell bench one arm alternating
cable row one arm alterating
hammer curls
dips
x3.
abs
tuesday500m row. 1m50s4 stairs 70 lounges 500m row 1m 52s 4 stairs crab lounge x 30 squat thrusts x 15 curls, press up every 3rd. x 15 lat pulls x 15 triceps x 15 deadlift kettle bell shoulders x 15 pullup leg lifts x 10 x5 abs. |
wednesday
1 hour spin
thursday
15 min run
20 dumbell squat presses
15 up downs with pushups and pullups
30 lounges w dumbells
x3
15 2 ft box jumps
10 2-deadlift pulls with 1-press
20 medicine ball twists
20 medicine ball slams w twist
20 one leg box squats
x3
abs
.....
bringing back 2006.
"a win is a win" - jdu
99.83 v. 98.53
GG ED. GG.
now follow through with our bet.
****
"if desean jackson scores 50 pts...im gonna go out and buy a desean jersey and i'll let hoan piss on me" - du
99.83 v. 98.53
GG ED. GG.
now follow through with our bet.
****
"if desean jackson scores 50 pts...im gonna go out and buy a desean jersey and i'll let hoan piss on me" - du
"i can't find the tickets..." - eshi
i gotta get off the green line!!
"it's only six miles..."
i really tried not to drink friday night. i really did. i didn't really want to go out either. but they came to get me. all of them. there were some jokes. about me of course. there was a wager. there was karma involved. and there was "just call me ugly". so i went out. at midnight. fully knowing i had to be up at 6.30am just to commute to brooklyn....just to run 6 miles. just because i paid to do so a month before. just because i thought it was a good reason to train. just because i thought the good reason to train would leave me to shedding some lbs.
so at midnight. i ended up at a bar. and that bar turned into a club. coincidentally being a ford model party. kudos all around. most importantly for my self control, avoiding the the dom. avoiding the bottle of vodka. i did my lil dance around the table. had small talk and mostly avoided the smack talking of the boys. that lasted right up until i wanted to leave. 2am. and while i was yawning and getting tired. the conversational trash talking abilities of the very attractive females around me got fiercer. as they enticed with their bodies and flirted with their attack of me not drinking....i grew more and more alertly vulnerable of succumbing to my lust. afterall she said. "i look at you and you look very athletic. it's only 6 miles. you can do it and i think u'll do really well too. come on just drink. my gf partied all night and ran a half marathon in the morning drunk and on no sleep".
"if u drink it, i'll drink" that's how the last half bottle went. "quickly" works as a modifier too. i drank. and i drank more at the bar. and i got home at 4am. only to find a friend awake at home. and i hung out with him for a half hour because that's what friends do. friends hang out with friends late in the night even if it means sacrificing sleep.
i slept past the alarm and was awoken by a call from my running mate telling me to get ready. i showered and thought about puking. then i tried to puke on the walk to the train. and then i tried to hold in the puke on the train to prospect park. "when i saw you sleeping on the train and smelling like alcohol, i felt so bad for u." s.k. when we finally stepped out of the metro in bk, we were late. people had already started running. so we basically started running the moment we stepped onto the sidewalk....found the first park opening and joined the race...11 minutes late. i somehow ran the first 2 miles drunk because as the course started to hit an incline, my body gave out. i turned a slightly whiter shade of pale. and let my partner run ahead....while i put my head down and dragged my feet up the hill. mile 2.5 to 3. involved a bit of dry heaving. some gagging. lots of coughing. like a possessed man trying to exorcise the demons of poison out of his own body through convulsion of coughing. i made it through the first lap. and even before i felt the 2nd wind. i started running. i trained for this dammnit! i wasn't going to allow stupid hangovers to get in the way. i did 4 miles monday. 3.5 miles interval training tuesday. another 4+ miles on thursday. I felt pretty confident in finishing the 10k run under an hour. the last lap of catchup resulted in a 1h20m finish. minus 11m because we were late and im at 1h09m final time. a lil over a 10 min mile. not bad for a drunk and walking parts of the race. but def worth the previous nights escapades....kekeke.
trying to puke before hittin the subway...
sush is ready to go...
about to die...
the start
runners....
1h04m for sush!
"oh...i still smell alcohol off of u" -sush
about to die on the subway on the way back..
i really tried not to drink friday night. i really did. i didn't really want to go out either. but they came to get me. all of them. there were some jokes. about me of course. there was a wager. there was karma involved. and there was "just call me ugly". so i went out. at midnight. fully knowing i had to be up at 6.30am just to commute to brooklyn....just to run 6 miles. just because i paid to do so a month before. just because i thought it was a good reason to train. just because i thought the good reason to train would leave me to shedding some lbs.
so at midnight. i ended up at a bar. and that bar turned into a club. coincidentally being a ford model party. kudos all around. most importantly for my self control, avoiding the the dom. avoiding the bottle of vodka. i did my lil dance around the table. had small talk and mostly avoided the smack talking of the boys. that lasted right up until i wanted to leave. 2am. and while i was yawning and getting tired. the conversational trash talking abilities of the very attractive females around me got fiercer. as they enticed with their bodies and flirted with their attack of me not drinking....i grew more and more alertly vulnerable of succumbing to my lust. afterall she said. "i look at you and you look very athletic. it's only 6 miles. you can do it and i think u'll do really well too. come on just drink. my gf partied all night and ran a half marathon in the morning drunk and on no sleep".
"if u drink it, i'll drink" that's how the last half bottle went. "quickly" works as a modifier too. i drank. and i drank more at the bar. and i got home at 4am. only to find a friend awake at home. and i hung out with him for a half hour because that's what friends do. friends hang out with friends late in the night even if it means sacrificing sleep.
i slept past the alarm and was awoken by a call from my running mate telling me to get ready. i showered and thought about puking. then i tried to puke on the walk to the train. and then i tried to hold in the puke on the train to prospect park. "when i saw you sleeping on the train and smelling like alcohol, i felt so bad for u." s.k. when we finally stepped out of the metro in bk, we were late. people had already started running. so we basically started running the moment we stepped onto the sidewalk....found the first park opening and joined the race...11 minutes late. i somehow ran the first 2 miles drunk because as the course started to hit an incline, my body gave out. i turned a slightly whiter shade of pale. and let my partner run ahead....while i put my head down and dragged my feet up the hill. mile 2.5 to 3. involved a bit of dry heaving. some gagging. lots of coughing. like a possessed man trying to exorcise the demons of poison out of his own body through convulsion of coughing. i made it through the first lap. and even before i felt the 2nd wind. i started running. i trained for this dammnit! i wasn't going to allow stupid hangovers to get in the way. i did 4 miles monday. 3.5 miles interval training tuesday. another 4+ miles on thursday. I felt pretty confident in finishing the 10k run under an hour. the last lap of catchup resulted in a 1h20m finish. minus 11m because we were late and im at 1h09m final time. a lil over a 10 min mile. not bad for a drunk and walking parts of the race. but def worth the previous nights escapades....kekeke.
trying to puke before hittin the subway...
sush is ready to go...
about to die...
the start
runners....
1h04m for sush!
"oh...i still smell alcohol off of u" -sush
about to die on the subway on the way back..
