First, there was the bet. $20 dollars between a friend and me over who could be the first to have six-pack abs. Then I started Physical Therapy to recover from my car accident. Hah, car accident, sounds like a minor fender bender. It was more like a car Hindenburg or car Titanic, or even better, a car Hindentanic Pompeii.
Anyways, in an effort to win a bet, I have been running a lot for the past few months. And what do I get for this effort? Nothing. I stay the same weight, albeit my arms are slightly stronger from physical therapy. I know what you probably are thinking; "but nick, when you go out drinking 4 nights out of the week that's going to be detrimental to your regime." Bollocks to that!
So I pulled out my old heart rate monitor watch. You see, when you exercise at different intervals you get different results. If you do a sprint workout, you're going to build a lot of muscle, run long distance will strengthen your heart, aka cardio, and apparently, not burn fat that fast. So I pop my HR monitor band around my chest and watch onto my wrist and take it for a spin. Apparently in order to stay in my target heart rate zone to get in shape, I need to walk! fucking ass cock sucking motherfucker. These last few months all I have been doing is keeping my heart in shape and building muscle, but not burning the beer gut off. Well, now I am aware of this and things are going to be changing.
PS, if you'd like to come run with me around lake calhoun sometime or something, lemme know.
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