Monday night

I just got back from capoeira and drank a serving of whey protein.
Today was a tough class. We did stuff I hadn't ever done before as a form of training: elbowing, knees, tons of straight kicks, sprawls, slaps/punches, fuck. It's harder than it seems. But it was a good work out. I got the chance to explain one of the twins how to elbow targets propperly.
Ah, I'm tired. Tomorrow I should be doing weights. I'm thinking of working weights three days and then cardio two days, according to liam rosen's manual. We'll see where that takes me.

A good start: again.

Hey, Mau here.
So, my winter break started this week.
I wasn't able to go to most of my capoeira class on Saturday. However, right after work, I went there. I warmed up, and played hard. I felt good.
Sunday, I worked. On my way home I saw this woman running in the street... and felt nostalgia.
I felt sad for having lost that which made me feel proud of. That which made me feel strong. That which made me feel like a motherfucking snowplow at full speed.
So I ran.
I ran back to work. Just to mess with them.
I was dying on the bridge, but I kept thinking of... good memories. =]
And I kept saying to myself: "I am a fucking truck. I'm a snowplow. I'm an 18 wheeler."
And I made it there. I sat down at work feeling pretty damn good about myself.
Then, the way back, I made it back. And felt awesome.
Today, I ran again. I did a small circuit. I don't know how long I took this morning, but it was alright.
Tonight I have capoeira. I feel light. I think it's gonna be a good class.
Also, a good gift from /fit/izens:
http://www.liamrosen.com/

Later!

Oh Wednesday, you so crazy, you.

Today was my only chance of going to Toronto to leave an impression on my teacher's teacher. I wasn't able to go and got shit for it, like always.
I'm really not happy with the way I've become lately. I need to change again.

Pissed at myself.

I've gained weight in the past weeks during midterms. It's pissing me the fuck off. I hate being in the environment in which I am: one pound makes a difference, being light means being fast and strong, fuck. It's just like women having all markets aiming towards unnaturally skinny women.
The weight I've regained has made me feel short of breath again. It's made my knees hurt again.
Motherfucker...

Horrible, just, horrible.

Hey, Mau here.
I haven't been able to keep with the blog lately. School is building up, and I haven't had even time to work out.
I skipped class on monday and wednesday (I think, can't remember) and I will have to skip tonight.
Last night I only got less than an hour of sleep.
And I have a midterm today. We'll see how that goes.
Mau

Tuesday night

Today was a pretty long day. Technically it's shorter than Monday, but it feels just the same. I was done school at 6, and didn't have time to eat breakfast, and I didn't eat well throughout the day.
And my stomach hurts. It sucks.
I hope I get to work out tomorrow.

Busted shoulder, I guess.

My shoulder hurts. I didn't train today. I have two midterms this week and I got tons of stuff to catch up on.
Later

supersize me

I just watched that documental.
I'm not eating McDonalds in quite a while.

I need to change my body schedule. That's one of the reasons why I feel tired all the time. My body schedule has been fucked for quite a while.

Haven't blogged in a few days

I'm doing okay, ish. I have been eating really poorly lately, but it's gonna change back tomorrow.
Today's class was rather easy. It bothered me a bit. Now that I recall, we didn't run for warm-up. It sucks.
Anyways, I tried my best at whatever we did today. Speaking of which, I can do a handless cartwheel (au sem mao) completely off the floor. I'm proud. The old me is getting back.
Later!