They say you should pin whatever you have to do with something that you enjoy doing.
So most of my stories and poems came from when I was studying for the reading and writing portion of the Ged test. And most of the time i spent on here was to get away from what was going on in my life, so thank you for anyone that was nice and encouraging to me.
I try to make sure that i run hills a couple of times a week to keep motivated to go to the gym. It reminds me of being a kid and playing little league football. I still do it the same way I did as a kid by just going right into to it without stretching or warming up.
( I hate stretching.) There was always something weird about our stretches in football practice and I don't know if it's because our coach was from out of state, and his voice was slightly higher pitched and more feminine than his 5'8" 325lbs frame would indicate.
The first stretch they would bark at us to do after we jogged a quarter mile was to, bend over and touch your toes. I don't know, but to me that sounds like a scene a saw from a prison movie, and if you weren't trying hard enough they would stand behind you and kind of push down on your back telling you to put a little effort into it. Like wtf.
Then they would tell you to stick your helmet between the leg of the kid next to you and push up on his hands while they push down on the back of your head, " and push up so that his toes leave the ground." The next one was even more suspect it was even called the Playboy stretch. They would tell us to sit on our asses with one knee raised up and arch our backs while our arm pushed up against our leg twisting our back to one side or the other. My coach would be like 😠Arch your back!😠Arch it..
And every year we had to take pictures with only our practice jerseys and shoulder pads on and the practice jerseys were always cut along the stomach and had little diamond shaped holes in them to whip away excessive sweat. " And who the fck are these pictures for anyways Coach? My mom already told me that she's not paying no ten extra dollars to see something she already has to look at everyday.
I try to make sure that i run hills a couple of times a week to keep motivated to go to the gym. It reminds me of being a kid and playing little league football. I still do it the same way I did as a kid by just going right into to it without stretching or warming up.
( I hate stretching.) There was always something weird about our stretches in football practice and I don't know if it's because our coach was from out of state, and his voice was slightly higher pitched and more feminine than his 5'8" 325lbs frame would indicate.
The first stretch they would bark at us to do after we jogged a quarter mile was to, bend over and touch your toes. I don't know, but to me that sounds like a scene a saw from a prison movie, and if you weren't trying hard enough they would stand behind you and kind of push down on your back telling you to put a little effort into it. Like wtf.
Then they would tell you to stick your helmet between the leg of the kid next to you and push up on his hands while they push down on the back of your head, " and push up so that his toes leave the ground." The next one was even more suspect it was even called the Playboy stretch. They would tell us to sit on our asses with one knee raised up and arch our backs while our arm pushed up against our leg twisting our back to one side or the other. My coach would be like 😠Arch your back!😠Arch it..
And every year we had to take pictures with only our practice jerseys and shoulder pads on and the practice jerseys were always cut along the stomach and had little diamond shaped holes in them to whip away excessive sweat. " And who the fck are these pictures for anyways Coach? My mom already told me that she's not paying no ten extra dollars to see something she already has to look at everyday.
Ok the library is opening up so i have to stop and actually study for something meaningful,
