Tuesday, June 21, 2011

lessons learned from Rocky I to Rocky IV

'you ain't so bad! you ain't so bad!'...

sure, Rock, you caught the chicken, outpaced Apollo on the beach, was a part of the greatest movie soundtrack montage in the history of motion pictures, and did not let Drago break you! i finally understand where you are coming from...

last week i participated in my first Bikram Yoga class, an hour and a half of challenging Asanas in a heated room. i was moved to write about that first class last week, but found myself unable to move and typing was as close to impossible as it has ever been. i found myself longing for a Neo-Speech Stephen Hawking special...

as and aside, i think hawkings fucking with us, and if he is, he's not only the foremost mind in theoretical physics and cosmotology, but a comic genius as well. what a douchebag!...

twenty-six poses in over 90 degrees of humid heat is quite a workout, let me tell you. and this is coming from a guy that rides a bike for transport, swims 70-100 laps in four different strokes for fun, and runs because why not? last week i struggled through 3/4 quarters of the class, but hung on and finished. after an extended savasana—that's rest holmes—i left shaking, relaxed and completelyt dumbfounded by my ability to still be standing. the studio which is roughly a straight mile and a short 90 degree right to my home with the Cat Mom and the boys was an exercise in what not to do after your first Bikram Yoga class...

this week was equally challenging, after a the first few poses i felt strong, i felt i wouldn't be in a life or death struggle. thereafter, i did. but i stood firm, i heard the words of Rocky Balboa, i saw the the boxing glove on Clubber Lang's (did the dude even have a real first name) mohawk, even if i pitied the fool. i worked through the pain enjoyed an incredible workout...

yeah, Bikram, you ain't so bad!...

a shout out to Vinnie Marone and Kunatagh '86, dude almost destroyed our tent doing his Rocky impression. i became worried for my life and the only other people i knew there were Chris Elarde, and Nino, so options were limited. lesson learned? don't ever attend, watch or even mention a Rocky movie ion the presence of an Italian-American, it only leads to trouble...

and one more for Robert Trepper...