Birthday

I had planned on posting a picture of myself on my birthday, all big and cut and stuff, but it hasn't happened. Those headaches I got last week put everything on hold. I have to stop what ever it was that was causing them or it would make life really difficult. On Friday I did X Stretch, Saturday I did Recovery 4 Results, and yesterday I took the plunge and did Back & Biceps. Everything seemed fine, but I was careful not to overdo it, because that's when the headaches start. I did go to failure a few times and felt fine, which is a god sign. I warmed up properly, which is something I wasn't doing before, drank plenty of water, and concentrated on my breathing. It's amazing how often I find myself holding my breath. I have to stop doing that. When I start my next round of workouts, my main focus is going to be on form and breathing. This might mean that the numbers will drop compared to last time, but it will mean I'm doing the exercises properly, and getting more out of them. I'm sure that there were a lot of causes of the headaches. Stress, not warming up properly, not breathing properly, too many caffeine and sugary drinks (canned coffee), too much chocolate (KitKats, actually. Being going a little crazy on the Kitkats), sinus problems. That last one is important, I think. Since that weird cold thing I had last month, and every time I get hay fever, my sinuses get messed up. They're still not perfect, but getting better slowly. I might go and get my eyes tested, because I'm sure sitting in front of a computer every day has fucked my eyes up. My neck feels a little out of place, but i just went to the chiropractor's a couple of months ago, and I'm hesitant to go again so soon. It can't be good getting everything cracked so often. But then maybe if it gets cracked again, I'll feel a million bucks. Maybe just a massage.
Speaking of my next workout round, I was wondering what I am going to do. Should I keep going with what I have been doing, a P90X/Insanity hybrid, or should I do a straight up P90X round, with Kempo and Plyo and all that? I have been thinking of another option, which is to work in units of two weeks instead of one, with more stretching and rest days. It is a huge time commitment to do a workout every day, and after a month or so I find that I just get burned out and tired. If I can get a schedule up and running that might have two resistance workouts a week, 2 cardio, a couple of rest days, and throw in there some stretching or yoga, that might be the best. Resistance, cardio, rest, stretch, with some abs in there somewhere. Basically something a little easier on the system. I'm going to do some research.
I was doing a little Spring cleaning yesterday, throwing out clothes that I never wear. I came across a T-shirt that my mother gave me for my birthday 2 years ago, my last birthday before she died. It's a shocking T-shirt. I remember unwrapping it, and thinking What the fuck is this? I have never worn it, and in fact it still has the tag on it. There is no way I would ever wear it, and no-one would call me the most fashionable man in the world. I'll post a photo of it when I get a chance.
So I put in it in the pile of clothes to be thrown away. Then afterwards I was thinking that I'll take a photo of it for my blog before I throw it away, because I've told my sister how bad it is, but she hasn't seen it yet. So I took a photo of it, and then I went to put it back in the bag of clothes to throw away. But I couldn't. It was, after all, the last birthday present I received from mum, and it does in a way represent how sick she was at the time. I refuse to believe that if she was healthy and thinking straight and not battling the cancer and all the drugs in her system from the chemo that she would have bought this T-shirt for me. Maybe she was too sick to really put any thought into a gift for me and just picked the first thing she saw hanging up in the men's section in Myer. I don't know. But I put it on a clothes hanger and hung it up again in my closet. I know now that I will have this T-shirt forever, and it'll confound me every time I see it. What was she thinking? I ask myself. Then I consider that question, and she was probably thinking, god I feel awful, where's the toilet, I'll grab this T-shirt and pay for it and hopefully not throw up before I can get to the toilet. That's probably what she was thinking. I threw away some other stuff she had given me in the years before she died, stuff I haven't worn because it would have been embarrassing, like a bright blue jumper a size too big for me from Country Road, but I could see her buying it and thinking Oh that's nice, Jim would love that, and she would be in her right mind. But she could argue that it's a nice sweater, and some people might agree. Just not me. But the difference is that this T-shirt is indefensible.
Did you see the mails Tiger sent that porn star? Holy crap. I hope he told his wife about it before they came out, or they might have put him back a bit. Can you imagine the conversation? "Anything else you want to tell me, Tiger?" "Oh yea, I did like a bit of ATM action with porn stars." If you don't know what ATM stands for, you sweet, Innocent thing, I hope you never find out. Can you imagine the humiliation and embarrassment he feels? One thing I see on the golf forums (I love to hang out on the golf forums. They're awesome!) is people saying "who are we to judge Tiger? What if we had women throwing themselves at us constantly, and all the money in world to do what we wanted?" In other words, is it only lack of opportunity that stops us mortal men from cheating? If you could have any woman you wanted, would you have her? Fair question. I'm not going to say that if I was the best golfer in the world spending weeks at a time away from home and I had women throwing themselves at me all the time that I would never cheat. But it's so weird with Tiger. If he wanted to get his end wet, why didn't he get someone to arrange a call-girl or something? I'm sure there are agencies that provide really fit women to famous or rich men, with assured confidentiality. That's the way I'd go. Why was Tiger stringing along these porn stars (and getting jealous that they do other guys? WTF?), trying to fit in a session between sponsor gigs, obviously shitting himself that someone might find out? I kind of hope that's it with the texts and phone messages and maybe videos (I'm sure there's one or two around someone), but at the same time they are really revealing.