The Fat Horse Workout

Let me get it out of the way so that we can muse about other thing, non-stop first, which is to say jogging with the lightest of dumbbells.

Once you can do it for an hour, add wrist weights and later heavier dumbness, and continue increasing the weight as your body adapts.

Always non stop motion, eventually heavier weights, but only after your body adapts to do it non stop.

A workout is two hours, never lift so heavy that you are forced to stop, and never so light that you can lift more.

Bodybuilding is not a very great achievement, I think foresight, kindness, authenticity, and class if far superior.

It is really bad to see mature adults cutting of their circulation, with weights that they are not ready for and thinking it is muscle building.

Watching an adult lift for 1 minute and sit for 59, as part of their workout, is even worse.

But nothing is as evil as witnessing the results after a few years, because they simply do not grow any muscle.

One gentleman said he loves doing it wrong, another possibly honestly asked me if what is doing is wrong.

And everyone else accused me of doing drugs, again, because they didn’t recognize me after my bodybuilding upgrade.

I am not even offended but height of stupid, I just can’t believe that meaningless workouts are allowed.

That is such a cruel thing to do to someone, and in deed the elderly gained weight and got deformed.

I tried to explain that this is not old age, it is muscle atrophy and bad posture, but they can’t understand me.

It is not an excuse to sit at the gym to get away from life, because at that point they start videoing my workout for internet points.

It is a disaster, I am assuming trainers are not allowed to advise people, who do not want advice.

And not criticizing other peoples workout, is not a good thing, it is just another way of saying “a sucker is born every minute”.

Aside from being accused of using drugs, every time, and them being in my water bottle too.

People being nasty to me, multiple times, without recognizing I am the same person.

What sticks out is that honest question, “am I doing something wrong”.

This child was just sitting there on his phoned pointed at my rear, after having cut of his circulation.

Now was waiting to feel comfortable again, so that he could repeat the pointless ritual.

Cutting of circulation in a workout is bad enough, lifting heavy here is just a stretching excessive.

And the elderly performing the same ritual, show that this leads to muscle atrophy and bad posture.

And of course lifting heavy means never lifting for long enough, thus never adapting, doubling the worthlessness of the ritual.

My workout now includes working on my knees, which produces results, but also produces jerks with video cameral, kids don’t take photos anymore.

I replied to this person with go walk the AT, CDT, and PCT, the Triple Crown of Hiking ash is problem is both mind and body.

But I think I also gave up on helping people, the video cameras are too much, and they cannot be stopped.

They are on the back of every phone, and everyone is on their phone, and that camera is always a workout distration.

On Friday morning, one video grapher, caused other video graphers, to pop in later on, to make their own fuking videos, on their own phones.

And if I am just over sensitive, then this exact thing is yet to happen.

The worst thing happen to me, was also done by teenagers, this time from the internet, and that one really go to me.

Last week I searched for a fitness photo, and I found an obese animal, and it fit my poem, and completely flew over my head.

It was like way up there too, I needed six hours of sleep, and it was one of my first thoughts in the morning, and it hurt my heart.

Never again, I said to myself, never again will I drop my guard, or underestimate the sheer unrestrained power of a teenage mind.

It got me, it hurt my pride, in my own intelligence that I worked so hard to refine and strenghten.

It was a photo, of a fat horse.

I close this text, with a genuine bow, to the infinite and precious brilliance of the bored teenage mind.

For those of you who still need an explanation, as I so desperately needed it, and this being Halloween season.

By the power vested in me; I hence forth proclaim dressing up as a fat horse, to be the ultimate fitness themed outfit... and critique.