Wednesday, July 30th, 2008...1:46 pm
This is my brain on Strength Camp
Workout:
Max Effort Bench Press with Chains
Combo Catch of the Day: Ray Hearts Steve.
(now the name of the combo should make sense)
If you’ve never done crocodile pushups before here’s a video of the combo featuring Bodytribe member Eddie:
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This is my brain on Strength Camp
I’m not anti-coffee, I just don’t GET coffee. With a youth dominated by juices and sodas, there’s an expectation from my palate that liquids should be cool and sweet. And not brown, unless it is transparent, bubbly and choked with chemicals. Muddy drinks were for adults who didn’t understand what fun was.
A wiser mind prevails now, but my tongue still refuses to accept that something that tastes like burnt toast has appeal. But a bigger question looms on my mind. Why don’t people finish their coffee? Quarter-full cups of coffee seem a bit too ubiquitous in my life for it to be anything less than a phenomenon worth investigating. Is there some sort of unspoken protocol that exists making any type of serious cup tipping or straw slurping uncouth when dealing with the magic bean juice? Does Miss Manners demand her fair share, forcing the ritual of leaving plastic cups partially full of this holy mud water around the globe (including, inevitably, somewhere in Bodytribe)?
Maybe the concept of coffee is better than the execution of it, and somewhere, roughly after 60% of the cup is consumed, this is realized (again), and the cup is abandoned, but with the half-hearted promise that the drinker will return (which doesn’t happen, poor cup).
This is what counts for ‘profound’ in a brain recently involved in Summer Strength Camp. The ideas, exercises and energy from all who were involved was intense, beautiful and expanding, like a tab of Owsley’s best, circa 1966. Now, to let my unconscious do its much needing filing of all that happened, the noggin contemplates coffee. But here’s a condensed version of what we did, although it doesn’t portray any of what we talked about:
Thanks, all of you who joined us. This was quite a group, lots of capability, motivation and ideas. I hope to see all of you again soon.
7 Comments
July 30th, 2008 at 2:26 pm
The people who leave coffee unfinished are weak. Or the coffee was not very good, in which case it should be tossed into the underbrush (just the coffee, not the cup) with a curse. Like this:
“Away with thee, weak-ass brew, for thou art accursed”.
You could smite it instead, but then it gets all over the kettlebells and makes them nasty. If you must smite, be sure to do it outside somewhere far away from others. It’s not their fault you are trying to choke down weak coffee. And wipe down the kettlebell when you are done.
Winter, I’m there…
July 30th, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Coffee….. it’s the only vice I have left! That said, the only time I ever DON’T finish my cup is when I get distracted and it goes cold. I GET coffee, I DON”T GET Iced coffee. It has to be black too!
July 30th, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Oops, that might have been my coffee cup you had to throw away, sorry.
I am often guilty of the unfinished cup, but here’s why: At the coffeeshop, I don’t know yet how good the coffee is going to be and how much I am going to want. Rarely does my desire perfectly meet the amount that’s in the cup. If I finished it, it either means that there was just enough or not enough. You can’t tell by looking at the empty cup, but you can tell by looking at the abandoned cup that it was too much. This is a much easier problem to solve than too little coffee though–I simply throw out what I don’t want. And since the marginal cost of that extra 4 ounces in the large versus the medium is something like 10 cents, that’s a cheap insurance policy against the too-little-coffee problem, which, for us coffee lovers, is an unfortunate one indeed.
August 1st, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Well, I for one don’t leave anything unfinished, be it coffee, food, or in days past booze or drugs. I suppose hardcore, all-or-nothing consumption is in my nature. Coffee, unlike food, cant be boxed up and finished later. Once you’re done, and it’s cold, it’s over. As far as the general appeal of the burnt toast-flavored beverage, I started drinking coffee laced with sugar and cow juice due to peer pressure in my high school days, then I started drinking it black because Henry Rollins wrote about it. Now it’s all part of the daily ritual and though not a necessity for me, any day seems incomplete without the stuff.
August 1st, 2008 at 7:38 pm
I’ve been known to arrive at work, find on my desk a mug of unfinished coffee from the day before, and finish said mug. Hasn’t made me sick yet…
August 6th, 2008 at 11:17 pm
Tha’s why I drink shots of espresso … I get the fabulous wafting aroma, the perfect rich flavor, and the satisfying boost in mood and contentment … all without any waste (it is a shot, after all) or decrease in beverage temperature.
August 9th, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Waste coffee? Shame, shame! I’ll put mine in the fridge and have it “iced” if I don’t finish a cup.
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