Let me get the hard part out of the way first. I didn’t do Yoga today. I could have found a way to make time for it, but I didn’t. I went out and had fun times with good people instead. I lollygagged around at the office until 8, then went and hung out with some friends. I wasn’t working that whole time, I spent a good chunk of time after 6PM just laughing and catching up with some friends at the office. I could have left and done Yoga, but I didn’t. I just didn’t want to today. I needed a break. Will I do next week? Yeah, I feel the sense of urgency, I know I had better do it. But I did have a nice Tuesday blast of Chest, Shoulders, and Tri, then Ab Ripper, then Ultimate Frisbee. Wednesday… ok I blew it, I skipped plyos, I just went out with some friends instead. I could have tried to go to bed earlier and done it in the morning… but I didn’t make it an intense priority. But then Thursday I did come back strong, I got up and did Ab ripper in the morning, then after work my buddy Chip came and did the back and biceps workout with me. Bless. His. Heart. He also had the motivation to stay and want to do Ab ripper. Bless. His. Heart, again. Since I had already done it, I had the perfect opportunity to sit in the gym and lounge around and waste time… but I decided to run on the treadmill while chip Abbed it up. It felt good, I know I need to run more. And I have ultimate tomorrow morning, so That’s a good chance to run hard. But I don’t feel too bad about missing 2 days this week, because I know next week is another opportunity to step it up and workout hard. I hope Hoffman got all the days in this week…. I guess we shall see. Having this blog to keep us accountable to achieve our full potential is pretty nice, I can’t wait until Hoffman finishes the DHIPWIP (ahem). “But Aaron, you haven’t even looked at the videos you guys shot in South Bend yet, let alone tried to edit them to be nice postable clips on the website.” Ok good point, I need to step it up for the David Hofffman Improvement Project Website Improvement Project as well.
So in conclusion, for the most part, workouts are still happening, we are both still feeling great, but have both gotten busy with life and other endeavors, hence slowing down the posts. I know Hoffman has no longer posted a review of each days workout, which I know for a fact lots of people enjoyed. I also know it would be awesome to hear more stuff like “wow, week 6 makes me think back to week one and how much stronger ive become and how much better I feel”. But I also know Hoffman has been pretty busy with the Noble task of hitting job interviews with swagger. And besides, its not like I have continued to post every day as well. By calling him out here, It’s not quite like the pot calling the kettle black, but the pot is definitely insinuating it with comments such as “Yo Kettle, I’m not saying you’re black, but I bet you don’t even need to wear sunscreen at the beach, dawg!”. I’m not sure exactly why in my inner voice the pot and kettle are bros… just go with it.
So the unpleasant ramblings are out of the way. What I really want to say is this:
I enjoy a good White Russian Drink from time to time. For those that do not know, a White Russian, or a Caucasian as many choose to call them because of how sweet Lebowski (The Dude) sounded when he called them that, is made up of Vodka, Khalua, and Cream. Lately I have switched to using almond milk instead of the cream, due to my increased annoyance at the effects of being lactose intolerant. (Lactose, listen: I tried so hard to tolerate you for so many years, but I am sorry, it just wont work out between us, we just aren’t… compatible. Its not you, its me. ) And honestly, the “Intolerant Russian” drink (obviously what else would we call it? ) is pretty tasty.
Also, I enjoy a great protein shake after my workouts. With the right mix they can be delicious. And it might be psychological, but It does feel like its exactly what my body craves after vigorous exercise, like it makes my screaming muscles calm down and stop whining about the beating they just took. Wow, that sentence almost makes me sound like a bro. Let me get back to how tasty they are. Deliciously scrumptious.
So one night I thought, I would like to make a drink called “The Russian Body Builder”.
Now might be a good time to interject with a quick side story. Once when we were kids, my little sister and I decided it would be a good idea to crush up grapes and mix them with water in a coffee cup, and hide it behind our living room couch to see if we could make wine. We were trying to remember exactly how old I was when this happened, but my mom said I was definitely old enough to know better. And yeah, I know I was, but Abby thought it was hilarious, so obviously I wanted to try it. That’s the story about the time my sister and I made our living room smell like trouble.
So the Russian Body Builder Drink I wanted to make: I proposed the following logic to myself:
A. A white Russian has kind of a tasty almost chocolate milk like flavor to it.
B. A white Russian gives your body a nice, relaxed feeling.
C. A protein shake has kind of a tasty almost milkshake like flavor to it.
D. A protein shake gives your body a nice, comforting and rejuvenating feeling.
E. A tasty chocolate milkshake that gives your body a nice relaxed comforting and rejuvenating feeling would be pretty epic.
F. If one hypothetically were to make a drink that was very White Russianesque, but also contained vital protein that boosted your muscles, it would be fairly amazing.
G. If said epic and amazing drink were created, the best possible name would be “Russian Body Builder”.
H. To have the opportunity to create a drink called the Russian Bodybuilder and not capitalize on it would be a crime.
Therefore… I pretty much had to try to make this drink. I had such high hopes.
So I did: Basically a white Russian with Vanilla Protein powder and a little extra almond milk added, and blended with ice cube to try to make it smoothie consistency.
It was awful. Absolutely Awful. Atrocious. Hideous. I have never been poisoned by a snake, but I imagine that the way poison would feel coursing through my veins is comparable to the way this drink made my mouth feel. I think the key take away here is that protein powder and alcohol just do not mix well. Capulets and Montagues.
It looked so good on paper. (I never actually sketched out the logic before now, but I must admit, yes, it looks amazing still, I am actually tempted to give it another go… but no, I know better. Protien and Alcohol both make your body feel good, but not in ways that can be combined well. Just one of those things. No way, it is not happening.)
I don’t regret this attempt at all. I am glad that I can state that with impunity that I know it’s a bad idea because I tried it. And having knowledge like that is good for self improvement.
What’s the moral here?
The cynics would say I just wasted everyone’s time with a long drawn out story that basically summarizes as “know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em”
Actually, let’s be honest, the cynics never read this far.
Wow, what a weird DHIP update….
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