Its been a long time since I wrote anything here or anywhere for that matter, I decided yesterday to write down something I thought was worth entering the blog
I am inspired to write by the event that happened at home and the above picture. Translating it from French, it means "Are you telling me that people go to the gym by car to run on a rolling carpet?"
I was reminded of this picture that I first saw long back, when I saw Gordon Ramsay beat the eggs by hand, and said "Why use an electric beater to save time here and then fret out in the gym. Works well on the biceps eventually by the way" Now these are not exactly the words he used, but largely, this is what he said. I was not a fan of this guy, and am still not. Just that I don't hate him as much as I used to.
This guy compared an egg beater to a workout in the gym, just like the kid comparing a car and the treadmill.
I am now comparing the gym to a washing machine. The events are as follows:
Sadly, the locality I live in is infested with rodents. Although I think squirrels are cute, I don't share the same thoughts on other species of that class.
One of them entered my household, and happily enjoyed destroying my washing machine. The wires, the very frame(!) and plumbing pipes satiated its palate, and gave its teeth a pleasure of whatever nonsensical sort, at my expense.
Two loads of clothes have not been washed. The electrician, being a rare species is difficult to find, and if found, the probability of him actually doing the work is almost nil. And with my past experience, I will safely say "zero".
With no clothes left to wear, and an option of either washing the clothes or not bathing, I decided to sit down and wash the clothes.
By now, I was also in a state of despair for the extremely challenging things I was doing and not losing even a gram of weight. Washing clothes seemed like another thing that might kindle some promising results. I took one load of clothes, which consisted most of my clothes, and very few of my mother's. Since I had never washed clothes before, I had to get an instruction on how to execute this task. After mom explained how it is to be done, I decided to take the challenge. The very posture that I had to maintain to sit seemed like an endurance sport. Well, blame the kind of toilets we use nowadays!
By the time I began washing clothes, I was reminded of Gordon Ramsay and that kid in the above poster. I thought it was about time to forget doing any exercise, but just do my own work to keep me fit.
Like anyone's first day at the gym, my first day on the floor was....typical! I was exhausted pretty soon, by when I knew what an exercise it was and started falling short of breath because my legs were hurting. By now, I had successfully washed ONE t-shirt.
After finishing one load of clothes, I did the one thing everybody loves in a yoga session- sleep asana. I finished one session of intense workout and had my much deserved bath.
As of today, it took me a while to understand why my thighs have been hurting so bad whenever I try to walk.
A pun intended rant, on a parallel universe:
When you are driving on road, there is a reason you should keep an eye on the rear view mirror- so that you know what the bastards are up to behind your back!
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| I do not own this image, I am merely using it to support my article, and to do a bit of marketing to the guy who actually took it. Just compare it to a random share on facebook-that is where I found it anyways |
I am inspired to write by the event that happened at home and the above picture. Translating it from French, it means "Are you telling me that people go to the gym by car to run on a rolling carpet?"
I was reminded of this picture that I first saw long back, when I saw Gordon Ramsay beat the eggs by hand, and said "Why use an electric beater to save time here and then fret out in the gym. Works well on the biceps eventually by the way" Now these are not exactly the words he used, but largely, this is what he said. I was not a fan of this guy, and am still not. Just that I don't hate him as much as I used to.
This guy compared an egg beater to a workout in the gym, just like the kid comparing a car and the treadmill.
I am now comparing the gym to a washing machine. The events are as follows:
Sadly, the locality I live in is infested with rodents. Although I think squirrels are cute, I don't share the same thoughts on other species of that class.
One of them entered my household, and happily enjoyed destroying my washing machine. The wires, the very frame(!) and plumbing pipes satiated its palate, and gave its teeth a pleasure of whatever nonsensical sort, at my expense.
Two loads of clothes have not been washed. The electrician, being a rare species is difficult to find, and if found, the probability of him actually doing the work is almost nil. And with my past experience, I will safely say "zero".
With no clothes left to wear, and an option of either washing the clothes or not bathing, I decided to sit down and wash the clothes.
By now, I was also in a state of despair for the extremely challenging things I was doing and not losing even a gram of weight. Washing clothes seemed like another thing that might kindle some promising results. I took one load of clothes, which consisted most of my clothes, and very few of my mother's. Since I had never washed clothes before, I had to get an instruction on how to execute this task. After mom explained how it is to be done, I decided to take the challenge. The very posture that I had to maintain to sit seemed like an endurance sport. Well, blame the kind of toilets we use nowadays!
By the time I began washing clothes, I was reminded of Gordon Ramsay and that kid in the above poster. I thought it was about time to forget doing any exercise, but just do my own work to keep me fit.
Like anyone's first day at the gym, my first day on the floor was....typical! I was exhausted pretty soon, by when I knew what an exercise it was and started falling short of breath because my legs were hurting. By now, I had successfully washed ONE t-shirt.
After finishing one load of clothes, I did the one thing everybody loves in a yoga session- sleep asana. I finished one session of intense workout and had my much deserved bath.
As of today, it took me a while to understand why my thighs have been hurting so bad whenever I try to walk.
A pun intended rant, on a parallel universe:
When you are driving on road, there is a reason you should keep an eye on the rear view mirror- so that you know what the bastards are up to behind your back!
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