Miscellaneous Miscellany Monday
1. I feel pretty motivated, so I’m going to go out on a limb and say that I’ll make it my mission to write a blog every day this week. Of course, this has never happened before- mainly because I’d rather eat my omelet and watch SportsCenter in the morning than stare into a blank computer screen and figure out how I won’t get the editors at the Herald to hate me. I love you guys!11!!11 In any case, I’m going to need to hold myself accountable here. If I don’t write five blogs this week, I’ll film myself eating a can of Alpo (thanks for the idea Dan John). If I do write five blogs, I’ll let Rosario Dawson make out with me.
Side Note: The CP interns went out last weekend and actually saw/stalked Rosario in Harvard Square (which is two miles from my apartment), and failed to call me. Needless to say, I’m going to “fail” in writing any letters of recommendation. That will learn em.
2. Anyone who lives in Boston (or in New England for that matter) knows about Phantom Gourmet. In a nutshell, the Phantom Gourmet is hosted by the Andelman brothers as they discuss anything and everything dealing with food. Specifically, they discuss many of the great restaurants and “food events” in and around the greater Boston area. Not surprisingly, they hold a lot of weight in the food community, and it’s not uncommon for their show to make or break a restaurant’s success.
You’re probably wondering where the heck I’m going with this. Well, as I was training at a local BSC yesterday (I totally got out of taking a yoga class…..high five!!!), I started thinking how I could essentially do the same thing. You know, accept instead of discussing which places have the most succulent filet mignon, I could “rate” various gyms that I train at by whether or not I have a sudden urge to throw a barbell, javelin style, at someone’s melon. As the case was yesterday when I overheard a trainer tell his client that the reason their shoulder hurt was because they weren’t using their “chest muscles” enough while they benched. I kid you not. It took every grain of self-restraint not to walk over and 1) actually teach the client how to bench the right way and 2) one nut punch the douchehole of a trainer……..repeatedly. Suffice it to say, I think I’m on to something. *cue evil strength coach laugh now*
3. Watch the video below and try not to euthanize yourself in the process:
Reason # 717 why I love my female clients. They send me videos like this and respond with:
I’d rather eat my own spleen than take that class
– Nancy LeBlanc, converted badass and resident CP pumpkin bar maker.
