Its Long But a Good Story, I Promise

Well I was so busy yesterday that I didnt make it to gym, but luckily, while I was at work I did some strength training in between sessions. I don’t like spreading my workout out over the day, even though you get the same benefits from it. I feel like if i dont set aside a chunk of time and work the whole way through, it wasnt as effective for some reasom. Probably because i dont remember it as well. Anyway, when I got home I ran in place and jumped up and down like a goon while packing and cooking and whatnot. I got to 12000 steps so I called it a day and counted that as my cardio.

Since everything is done, I will make it to the gym today for some cardio to relieve a little bit of stress and kill time before i head to the airport. I also ate a TON last night because I hadnt eaten very much all day and was trying to get my calories in. I ate the same amount as I normally would total, but since it was pretty much all at once, I still feel full this morning, and a little sluggish. I am also sore from not stretching after my strength training at work. Stretching doesnt technically make you less sore, but I feel sore and tight, which is no fun.

So since my mind is pretty much already on vacation, I cant think of anything interesting to write about fitness-wise. So my next favorite thing to talk about are injury/scar stories. I have a huge scar on my back (not huge, about 1.5 inches, but my biggest one) and forgot about it cause its not in front of my face, but saw it today and reminded me of good times.

Short story: I got drunk and fell off an insane asylum

Less Short story: There is an abandoned condemned insane asylum in a nearby town that is supposed to be haunted. A bunch of us thought it would be a good idea to go explore it one night, as it is in the middle of the woods and we were teenagers with nothing better to do. I go with a boy I was “talking to” (I hate that term but theres not better way to describe it), 3 of his guy friends, and 3 girls they were talking to/F-ing/just kept around because they like the smell of peroxide.

Let me give you a better idea of the company I was with. One of these guys was an Abercrombie model, once, in one of the catalogs, and wont let anyone forget it. They are all always shirtless in their cargo camo shorts and leather flip flops. The girls were in their flip flops with purposefully torn jeans and perfectly teased platinum blonde hair, with french manicured toes nails. Yeah.

I was probably wearing my birkenstocks, which i lived in in highschool, my good will tee shirt cause it was cool to shop at goodwill, and my hair tied up in a knot. I was what would be called “trendy” in highschool. That doesnt mean I didnt try, I just shopped at Urban Outfitters, thrift stores, and Whatever I Could Find in the Back of My Closet.

The guys, besides AF Model, were actually pretty cool and always did wierd stuff like streaking or played mud ball and then would stand in the backyard naked while I, or one of the other girls that was just friends with them and they were in no way interested in, would hose them down. They always liked to be naked, im not sure why. 

Anyways, they rockclimb, and just got into urban climbing (you climb buildings and sculptures, thats about it.) So they start climbing this asylum, which is in shambles. Its barely reconizable as a building. The girls refuse to go near the building, so Im the only one with all these guys.

I was pretty hammered, so Im sure the idea for me to climb this too was less about showing off, and more about stupidly thinking i could actually do it.

So the fellas were up on the exposed second floor, yelling for me to come up, so i start to climb the rubble. The platform is to my right so i step over on a piece of rebar to push up. The rebar bounces me like a trampoline and i am thrown into the air, flip backwards and land flat on my back on rocks. I hit my head and landed on a jagged one right in the middle of my back.

The boys come running over, mainly shouting how cool it was I did a flip because they were all pretty drunk too, but also to make sure i was ok. The girls didnt move.

Thinking back, Im glad I was in the state I was because I landed completely limp, otherwise I am pretty sure i would have broken something.

I was bleeding from my gaping back wound and had a knot on my head. We decided to call it a night.

I couldnt move for 3 days and it hurt to lay in pretty much any position.

I lied and told everyone I fell down the stairs in front of my house, to save a little face.

THE END.

I have a million more of these. I want to hear yours now. DISCUSS.