Tonight's edition of Harleen's Dating Life features a crucial life lesson I've learned through my fitness regimens lately: don't skimp out on your reps!
At least once a week (twice if I'm feeling particularly optimistic), I participate in a "circuit training" with Alex, my friend and colleague, which goes something like this:
5 minute walking warm-up; (18 rows, 18 squats, 18 triceps dips, 18 reverse curtsy lunges on each side) x 3 sets; 8 minute walk/run/jog; (18 bicep curls with lunges on each side) x 3 sets; 8 minute walk/run/jog; (15 forward lunges on each side, 25 reverse crunches; 25 mountain climbers) x 3 sets; 5 minute cool-down.
Now, you might think all of that is a bit insane, but I'll tell you something - it sure as hell teaches you patience and perseverance. When you're at 13 reps of your final set and you know you need to pack 5 more squats in, you maintain your focus and get them done, knowing that you can't quit because you have a number to reach. When you're at 6 minutes and 45 seconds of running, you remember that the next 75 seconds of your life will go by just as fast as the 75 seconds before that - you just need to get through them.
And here's how this translates into real life:
When you're on a date in your apartment (note: never under any circumstances, invite a guy to your place until after at least the 4th date, and even then - be wary), and you're watching the stupidest movie known to mankind (Space Balls), just remember, that every minute of that dreadful movie that ticks on by, is going to move just as fast as the minute before that, and the minute before that. There's no point in slamming your head up against the wall to avoid dealing with the uncomfortable cuddling-but-not-cuddling on the couch. It's like you're back on the treadmill again. Counting down the seconds isn't going to help you, but knowing you can get to the finish line, that will. You can't keep counting down the minutes on the Netflix - you've just gotta get through them! The date will be over before you know it. Push through, persevere, maintain your patience...and then never call/text him back. And, to vent out your frustrations for being such a moronette and allowing this sleazeball to get a second date with you, hit the gym. You'll feel a lot better.
Also, another side note - if a guy defines his height as "5'7 and 3/4''"...but claims to be 5'8''. No. Just, no. Walk away. And then run.
At least once a week (twice if I'm feeling particularly optimistic), I participate in a "circuit training" with Alex, my friend and colleague, which goes something like this:
5 minute walking warm-up; (18 rows, 18 squats, 18 triceps dips, 18 reverse curtsy lunges on each side) x 3 sets; 8 minute walk/run/jog; (18 bicep curls with lunges on each side) x 3 sets; 8 minute walk/run/jog; (15 forward lunges on each side, 25 reverse crunches; 25 mountain climbers) x 3 sets; 5 minute cool-down.
Now, you might think all of that is a bit insane, but I'll tell you something - it sure as hell teaches you patience and perseverance. When you're at 13 reps of your final set and you know you need to pack 5 more squats in, you maintain your focus and get them done, knowing that you can't quit because you have a number to reach. When you're at 6 minutes and 45 seconds of running, you remember that the next 75 seconds of your life will go by just as fast as the 75 seconds before that - you just need to get through them.
And here's how this translates into real life:
When you're on a date in your apartment (note: never under any circumstances, invite a guy to your place until after at least the 4th date, and even then - be wary), and you're watching the stupidest movie known to mankind (Space Balls), just remember, that every minute of that dreadful movie that ticks on by, is going to move just as fast as the minute before that, and the minute before that. There's no point in slamming your head up against the wall to avoid dealing with the uncomfortable cuddling-but-not-cuddling on the couch. It's like you're back on the treadmill again. Counting down the seconds isn't going to help you, but knowing you can get to the finish line, that will. You can't keep counting down the minutes on the Netflix - you've just gotta get through them! The date will be over before you know it. Push through, persevere, maintain your patience...and then never call/text him back. And, to vent out your frustrations for being such a moronette and allowing this sleazeball to get a second date with you, hit the gym. You'll feel a lot better.
Also, another side note - if a guy defines his height as "5'7 and 3/4''"...but claims to be 5'8''. No. Just, no. Walk away. And then run.
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