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So remember that whole get fit thing i tried to start and failed miserably at?
Today was the 10th day in the last 14 days that i hit the gym. The results have already started to show, as the title of this post states. Im loving the endorphin highs of working out, im loving the regimented scheduling (booking the treadmill days in advance weeee), and of course the results are visible.
I just got back from SportChek where i bought myself a snazzy new speedo so i can get back into swimming hardcore. Hopefully the combined swim training and weightlifting will give me Phelps’ ass in no time!
I’m also up to the heaviest i have ever been (177lbs) and its not just a beer belly. Its good ole ab ripper x, arnold schwarzenegger weight.
Je suis le happy
I worked out today for the first time in almost half a year.
Who said I don’t stick with my ideas?
Haters to the left.
In grade 8 I was the captain of my schools U-14 volleyball team. We had an awesome team and ended up winning the championship.
I can still remember the final point that we scored in the gym at Holy Trinity School in Richmond Hill. I was a middle hitter, but playing in the “power” position (front court, left side) as it wasnt our serve. Our setter was in the center, and our power hitter was on the weak side (It was U-14, we hadn’t mastered court movement all that well.) The play started and as someone in the back court bumped the ball up to the setter, I called for the ball. Our setter didn’t want to back set, so he put it up to the power hitter, and just like that Justin Nozuka set up Karl McCartney for the winning spike.
*record scratch*
Say Whaaaaaaaat?
Pop Singer Justin Nozuka set the ball to Calgary Stampeder Karl McCartney???
You see, our school had a rule: grade 8s (and under) couldn’t play football. The other first semester sports were Soccer, Cross Country and Volleyball. This rule allowed us to have the largest grade 7 ever on our volleyball team (Karl). He went on to dominate highschool football, CIS football, and is now in the CFL playing for the Stampeders.
Our setter, Justin Nozuka, was one of 3 brothers that attended my school. He ended up leaving before highschool graduation, but I got to play volleyball with him for that one year. I remember all 3 brothers being very much into singing. His eldest brother, George, even had a video on much music a few years ago. Since then, Justin Nozuka has blown up worldwide (I say worldwide because, although he is not a household name in North America, he sells a LOT of records in Europe and Japan).
Which leaves me with me. I was in the front court on that championship point. WHY THE HECK AM I NOT FAMOUS YET?!
I have to be up in exactly 4 hours so that I can drive myself and my sister to my cottage which is 4 hours away. Im wide awake because i drank a redbull before i drove to Aurora from Mississauga because I was falling asleep before i left. I feel like im coming down with the flu and im hungry. I just ran out to the car in my bare feet to grab my puffer because my chest is tight.
Seriously, the internet better have some AWESOME porn right now or I’m going to be pissed.
Lets take a look at what gets you GM of the year in 2011!
Step 1: Try and give Mats Sundin 10 million dollars a year for 2 years. Fail, get Mats Sundin for 8.6 million over half of a year. Genious
Step 2: Sign this guy to a contract for 12 years. Whats that? He’s 32 years old? Meh
Step 3: Give up potential Calder candidate Grabner and a 1st round pick for a guy who can’t make the line up.
Step 4: Sign the world’s best 4th liner in Manny Malhotra.
Step 5: Acquire/ re-sign olympic level divers in Burrows, Lappiere and Torres
Step 6: Leave team with $45million commited to 13 players next season after losing the Stanley Cup that should have been won.
Future GM’s take note!
Im pretty terrible at sticking with things. My weight gain/ health kick thing totally fell off the map. Im even bad at something as narcissistic as updating this blog. But I’m going to try and write a book now. Its going to be something new (not just words and pictures) and hopefully turns out well. But tonight im more inspired than I have ever been, so lets see if I can actually stick with it this time…
I am at that age (23) where young men find out a lot about themselves.
So it is no coincidence that this morning I realized a gaping character flaw in myself that has plagued me for years:
I absolutely SUCK at travelling in my dreams.
Last night, I had a dream I was supposed to be flying with a group of people to Iowa. The airport gates travelled underground and came above ground right as you entered the plane. I ended up on the wrong plane (a la Home Alone 2) and never made it to Iowa.
Two nights ago (i know this becuase ive started to write my dreams down) I was supposed to be attending a Blue Jays game alone at night. I got on the wrong bus and ended up north of the Skydome and couldn’t for the life of me switch buses to get back to the game. I woke up before i could witness a Ricky Romero perfect game (or something equally awesome).
On other occasions in the past I have: been the cause of many plane crashes, late for planes, forget something important at home so I missed the plane; Once, I even got on a cruise ship that didn’t end up going anywhere
Maybe I should get an air miles card.
This is what i looked like 30 minutes ago. Hipster-hockey-hobo is how Cosmo described it in my imagination.I haven’t cut my hair since my girlfriend broke up with me in September. I hadn’t shaved since the first day of the hockey playoffs, (April 11?). No pride.

And then today, i decided to fuck the hockey playoff beard because my team hasn’t been to the playoffs since before i could grow sweet facial hair.
The first step was creating lanes on my face so that 5 separate hair structures stood separately. I call this look the “Manic Metal Head”

Next up was having fun with the muton chops. Why have two sideburns when you can have four sideburns? I call this look the “Hockey Stick”

You know why I’m creative? Because i shaved legs onto my face, that’s why. Mr. Sideburn was taking a stroll across my face

Next up, we have the Captain Jack Sparrow. Or the pretentious English Major. Or the Bulgarian Tickler. It’s really up to interpretation

The penultimate look is my personal favorite. I called it the “Not allowed within 75 feet of an elementary school.” I hope people that read this are over 18 for the sake of my parole.

Finally: CLEAN ERIK

Be sure to tune in tomorrow when i cut 8 months of hair off. Now no-one will be able to call me a damn hippie!
Hey Rosetta’s new album is brilliant. This song is the brilliantest
What’s the deal with humanity’s, and more specifically, literature’s obsession with traveling west? Even in different genre’s (Grapes of Wrath vs. The Road) the theme is “head west.” And then there are the movies like The Book of Eli. Or you can look back to our days in Europe, and good ole Chrissy Columbus and his need to travel West.
What is it about us humans and our need to head west? Am I weird for wanting to drive out east? Am I the only one who sees that if you travel west for a long enough time, you’ll end up back where you were?
Either this is overly profound, or not profound at all
I think this recent generation of teenaged girls, the ones that are my little sisters age, know something we don’t. I think we are all screwed when May 21st comes and judgement day is upon us. And God looks down at humans and decides who gets into heaven and who is going to the warm place. And the only deciding factor on who gets into heaven or not is the ability to take pictures of yourself and your best friend and your group of friends. They’ve got that shit down.
The weight gain continued, slowly, as the last two weeks have been a combination of having a sinus cold and going through final exams.
The workout schedule isn’t there yet, but im FINALLY back up to the weight I was at before the break up: 170. From here, I’ll be able to eat healthy, eat a lot, and get my workout routine going and hopefully the results will come quick
Week one went well on the weight front, but not so much on the exercise front. Being in the middle of exams doesn’t help, and I’m positive once the new semester rolls around I will get myself into a great workout routine.
Until then, gluttony helped me gain 6.2 pounds from last week. I realize this isn’t a sustainable rate, but its a great start.
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it was one of those bad late-night decisions. No more D-bag pics