You win again, gravity!!

Last Sunday was really hot so naturally we had to go to Bondi. Daniel, Debbie and myself took the 380 and after a sweaty half an hour jumped off the bus near the skate park. Me and Debs were determined to get our first burning for the summer, but she packed it in after a few hours and had to go "study".
Damn students, as usual just looking for an excuse to get out of having fun. Humbug.

Anyways me & Daniel started to get bored pretty much straight away (I think he was already.. hehe:) so we started walking around to the north side of the beach where the cliffs are. Daniel's a bit of a photographer so every so often he'd stop and set up his camera for some shot or another. I haven't seen any of his stuff yet but it should be interesting to see what he got from that day.

We made it to the cliffs on the north side and decided to see if we could keep going all the way around. It's a pretty long way when you have to climb over and under boulders to get there. I've done quite a bit of this sort of thing before so I was ahead of Dan when I got to the next corner and discovered we couldn't go any further without risking being dashed against the rocks by the surf. I communicated this to Daniel who started taking photo's of the surrounding cliffs while I tried to find a way back up to where he was.

To get up to the level he was on, I had a choice to either take the long way around, about 5 minutes, of hoof it up about 2 metres. Of course I took the 2 metre climbing option. There were 2 boulders side by side, with me standing on another underneath and in-between me and them a 40cm gap which dropped down again to the surf. This made it kinda imperative I made it and didn't slip down the gap. As you can guess I didn't make it, I slipped, but managed to stop myself before I fell through the hole. Damn that shit gets the adrenaline pumping! I didn't even notice that I was injured until I noticed blood dripping onto the rocks.

I guess this means I need to do this sort of thing more often. I feel like, as soon as these wounds heal I wanna get back out there and do some more climbing. But this time I might bring my shoes..

ぶたみたい

I'm getting serious about fitness. Nah, seriously I'm doing a little workout thing at least 4 times a week. I'm in the second week and I'm already seeing results. They say that muscles have a "memory" so it could be coming back from 5 years ago when I last trained in tae-kwon-do. Now if I can stop eating crap food I should be able to get rid of the 'ol spare tire.. Hang on alcohol has a high number of calories right? Shit. Might be in trouble there.. I mean I've got some will power but Jesus..

Bicep curls 3x15
Hammer curls 3x15
Crunches 5x20
Bench press 3x15
Tricep extension 3x15

I do all this at home using 3 milk crates pinched from the alley behind Taylors Square and a pair of dumbbells. All up this only takes around 40 minutes. I've still got a relatively fat arse tho (hey, I'm a programmer) and I don't really have a plan for that at the moment. Guess I'll have to join a gym for that.
These 5 years programming have taken their toll. My wrists really kill me, other than the burn from lowering the weights, it's been feeling like my wrists are gunna snap off. Bloody RSI..

The Abercrombie

I've been pretty busy this weekend. Doing the usual binge drinking except this friday I got away from Oxford st and went to a uni student infested place called the Abercrombie. Lovely little place. With it's plastic beer cups, bad music (I was really suprised not to hear Baby Got Back, someone told me it was "Indy anthems"), and ugly drunk girls it really made me feel like I was in Scruffy Murphies. The girls were harder than at Scruffies tho (they move around a bit, at Scruffies they just sit there). God bless 'em.
Oh one really cool thing about the place was I scored some really cool sunnies. They're kinda like the "aviator" style ones cops in movies wear but.. purple. Funny thing, the guy who sold them to me thought he was getting a really good deal ($20 and 2 beers). Reckon he had second thoughts about that at 6am. he. he. he.