Friday was Plyometrics day, and in some regards it was a really good work out for me. The last plyometrics day for me was pretty bad. I struggled with many of the exercises. Plyometrics, if you don’t know or haven’t heard, are exercises that really are about fast explosive movements with some impact. They have varied applications, for example we did a lot of standing jumps in this routine. That could be considered Plyo. However, I used to (way back machine) do a bench press on a smith machine where we pushed the weight so hard it left our hands and drifted up the slide bars and then we had to catch it and repeat. This also is considered plyo because of the force of movement and impact. So, in essence, lots of jumping. But we did a few other exercises that were core based, and I am pleased to say that I was able to do Table Dips for the first time in my life. That’s right, I did Table Dips. I don’t know if I did them perfectly flat stomached, but before my shoulders lacked the flexibility and strength to even do a table pose, now I can. That’s what they call PROGRESS, MO FO!
In the end it was a great work out, and I left with some non-functioning calf muscles. I have realized throughout this process something very key about Mick’s body and musculaturet. I am imbalanced between slow twitch (endurance and stamina) muscles and fast twitch (power and speed). I do not know how to really address it. I do well in short concentrated bursts of effort, but if that effort extends over say 30 seconds, I become fatigued quickly. So, for example, I was fairly capable of doing our routine this week with Plyo because the cycles were mostly at 30 seconds, where as the usual routines focus on slower movements over 60 seconds or more.
Now for the Deviant Sex part, that I am sure you all read this posting for. You pervs. But, you know what I don’t judge. I’ve learned everyone’s a perv at some point in their life. No sense in judging.
We have many interesting conversations at camp. Some about schools, politics and art shows, and then we have less interesting conversations about say American Idol and which kid smeared jello all over their bed spread. Somehow, the conversation turned to Sex Clubs. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. It just happened. But rest assured it was discussed in a very ‘scientific’ and observatory manner. And based on the testimony of the group, it sounds as if a sex club is a) Kind of Gross and b) filled with old people. Being the only one of the participants who had never stumbled into a Sex Club before, I asked if it was like a nude beach, where you go thinking it will be this bastion of nubile and firm bodies glistening in the sun, only to find out its a bastion of old and flabby bodies sagging in the sun. It was confirmed that the two are similar, but instead of sand and sun, you have darkness and techno music. I also learned that the strip club by the LAX airport has surprisingly attractive women.
I take this time to point out once again, I am the only male in a group of about 7 – 8 women. Now, you the Perv, might read that statement and say “Oh, Really” <eyebrows bouncing, wink, nudge, nudge>. However, let me quickly dispel your assumptions. It’s hard for a conversation to be ‘sexy’ when it’s told between crunches and jumping jacks with a trainer yelling, “Come back, Last 10 seconds, Mick, get up, you’re embarrassing yourself”. So, needless to say, my conversation about Deviant Sexual behaviors in Urban Environments was far my informative than any thing else.