Happy St Patricks day dummies!

In celebration of this great and very “authentic” holiday I created a simple and fun way to get your days worth of training in while out getting hammered-drunk.

THE WORKOUT:
5 reps for every…
-Kiss me Im Irish shirt, button or tattoo.
-Time someone mentions their trip to Ireland that they’re planning.
-Green beer you drink

10 reps for every…
-Guinness you drink
-Time you hear someone talk about their Irish heritage.

25 reps for every…
-Shot of Jameson taken.
-Shot of Jameson turned down.
-Fake irish accent you hear

50 reps for every…
-Ginger you talk to.
-Irish car bomb you take.
-New person you meet whose last name starts with O’.

75 reps (and a picture sent to me) for every…
-Irish car bomb taken with Jon Jameson while wearing a “kiss me I’m Irish” T-shirt.

Quick. Easy. Effective.

Drink up half pint!

Fast forward only one year and you’ll find me in the last phase of my Officer’s training in Aberdeen, MD. I’m still around 12% body fat, but in my quest to score 315+ in the APFT my weight has dropped to a steady 190. I couldn’t tell you when or why I thought of it, but eventually I realized two more things that would change my body drastically in the coming months. First, why the fuck wasn’t I getting enough rest at night? I was cruising the Internet for way too long every night because I was bored out of my mind or flipping through channels because I was bored out of my mind. Secondly, I realized that eating more vegetables would drastically cut down my grocery bill and probably could do some good for my body. (more…)

So all morning* I’ve been studying for my NY Life and Health Insurance exam. Why you ask? Well it certainly was not part of my pleasure reading list. In the excitement of getting offered a “real” job coupled with my blatant over-confidence that I could master any task, I got into business of selling financial services. Long story short, I’ve been trying to justify the incredible desire to walk away from this job.  Today, the angels descended at the holiest of sites during the most beautiful of beautiful acts…I was taking a crap. Here’s what I was in the middle of reading when, in the words of Ace of Base, I saw the sign.

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That’s my motto.

Classy, I know. So far though it has treated me very, very well where my previous motto (Everybody wang-chung tonight) has failed me. Granted, it’s only been “official” for a few days, but the future looks very promising. It came about after a few bouts of serious self-reflection and one specific event last week.  I walked out on a workout because my headphones weren’t staying in my ear. I justified it with a myriad of answers ranging from “I won’t be able to get into the workout” to “I’ll get distracted hearing myself instead of the music”. (more…)

“Makin a mess as I progress. No time to cry about it, do better.” -Write On, Gym Class Heroes

Failure is not flattering.

I’ve said it on here before and I guarantee I’ll end up saying it over and over again as time goes on. This single phrase means so much to me that I got it tattooed on my chest.

Nothing like seeing that overtime you look in the mirror to get you motivated to take on the day.

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