by Grant, a Patriot Blogger
This week has seen a major spike in my working out. Wednesday, I had pep band practice. (if you don’t know, our pep band is killer. Check us out on youtube. Doc Nix and the Green Machine) Usually this just means I dance around for a while but this week was different. Friday, the 14th, is an event called Mason Madness. This is the kick off of the Basketball season and is like a major pep rally. It is always alot of fun and pretty spectacular but this year we have some major plans. The band, the Masonettes (dance team), urbanology (The hip-hop dance squad), and possibly the cheerleaders are having a joint performance. We are playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO, which involves doing drill and dancing. Drill, I am ok with because I was a marching band geek but dancing is another story. I have just fallen back in love with dancing but I am not good with choreography and that is what we practiced at pep band. My shirt was soaked with sweat and after doing the routine multiple times I got sore and tired. Normally this would have been fine because I don’t usually do anything else active but now I have joined the club ultimate Frisbee team. So on Thursday, after class, I was off to my first practice with the team. Being fairly athletic, I did not expect to get worn out but sometimes things don’t always go as expected. We practiced for two and a half hours which involved a scrimmage and multiple drills. I also learned that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. These guys are serious and it shows. I plan on sticking with it though because I miss my soccer team from home and I like the team and the physical activity. After practice though, I fell asleep and it was only 8:30. We had practice again on Friday but this one was not as bad but after working out three days in a row it was pretty killer. Now fast forward through a weekend of just bumming around. Monday night (I love three day weekends) I did something called Ab Ripper X. One of my suite mates is super buff so he asked my roommate and I to join him in a work out earlier this year. Thinking that it would be great to have six-pack abs, my roommate and I agreed. This work out is super intense and I couldn’t move or laugh the next day because my abs hurt so bad. Now, we haven’t been the most faithful but we do it probably about once a week. So all total, I have worked out four times this week (almost five but I declined to lift weights with some of the ultimate guys) which is about four times more than usual. Although I can barely walk up the stairs to my apartment, at least I won’t have to worry about gaining fifteen pounds this year.