Soreness

It’s been almost two full days since we did the Chicago Indoor Racing, and I am sad to admit that I am still sore.  Muscles that I never knew existed are convulsing today.  Did you know that you have a muscle in your stomach below your belly button?  I didn’t, but thanks to Chicago Indoor Racing, I do now! 

For the record, it was a blast.  I just wish that I hadn’t drank so much the night before so that I could have enjoyed the two hours of open bar after the racing.

Out of twenty racers, I qualified for the final 30 lap race and eventually finished 5th.  For a fat guy, that isn’t so bad.  The carts are fast as shit and if I could ever be organized enough to round up 20 friends for a night of fun, it would definitely begin with Chicago Indoor Racing.  What amazes me the most is the technology involved.  You would expect simple go-kart racing that you would get at any old festival or race track.  But these machines are so fine tuned and fast.  While you are not racing you can track what friend is in what cart and their position and how many seconds they are ahead or behind. (runon? Who cares) The coolest part of the whole evening was before I even got out of the racing suit and upstairs to grab my first beer, I was handed a printout that showed my lap splits for all four of my races which highlighted my fastest lap and average lap time.  It also created charts as to what position I began the race vs where I finished, highlighting who I past, or who past me.  Some of our guys had top lap times for the week amongst all racers, which was pretty damn cool. 

After racing we had some incredible food, good drinks, and finished it off with free video games.  I don’t know how much it was per person, but I have to believe that we were around 100.00 per person.  If so, it was so worth it since our team still can’t stop talking about it.  If you ever get a chance to strap yourself in to one of the carts, I recommend it. 

The funniest part of the evening is when you finally decide to leave.  As you walk through the glass door you notice a sign that says “The racing’s now over, be safe as you drive home.” or something to that effect.  I didn’t think about it until I was in my car driving and I had to hold back from cutting corners and swerving around people to get position for the next corner.  

I am looking forward to my next visit. 

After a softball game Monday night, Racing on Tuesday, and another Softball game last night, I am waking like an 80 year old man hoping that it will eventually recover for one of my favorite golf outings of the year tomorrow.

I get to join my dear friend www.stupidtom.com tomorrow for a day of debauchery on the golf course.  My only issue is that I was buttonhooked into twisting balloons at the church ice cream social following the outing, so I have to lay off the hard stuff while I golf.  BoOOOooo.  This outing is traditionally a drunk sprint and I have to wonder how much fun I will have while sipping on a can of beer the whole afternoon.  Oh well.  I can’t recall the exact saying but i’m thinking that a sober day at the golf course beats a drunk day at work…or something like that. 

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Ride the Snake!

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=460399&fr=

Go and watch this video.  This is the program that I have joined on my quest to lose the weight.  75 days now and 25 pounds.  I have decided to introduce supplements to my plan and boy did I!  Last night I dropped a couple hundred at GNC for the good stuff.  Not just good stuff, but the stuff that they keep locked up in the little plastic lockboxes that you can not pick up, look at, and use without signing a waiver that you will not hold GNC reliable if just touching the bottle causes the fat to magically disappear from the fingers holding the bottle. 

I have hit my obsessive compulsive nerve on this mission and I secretly like it.  My doctor requested that I don’t go too hard too fast since it shines a spotlight on my obsessive compulsiveness, but right now, I don’t give a rat’s ass.  This morning I popped the first series of pills and I don’t know what they put in them, but I have already stepped away from my desk and without even realizing dropped and starting doing pushups…I just can’t stop.  They make me want to break dance right now. 

I had considered the new FDA approved weight loss product Alli, but something about that product scares me.  Here is the website: http://www.myalli.com/

I have heard stories about people randomly pooping themselves with this stuff, and to my knowledge that is how it works.  If you eat more than 15 grams of fat in any meal, you are going to crap your pants sometimes without knowing it.  Stray too far from your diet and you are guaranteed to poop in your pants!  Talk about an extreme embarrasment.  If I knew that I might randomly crap my pants, then I wouldn’t eat anything that would have a single gram of fat. 

Here are two very disturbing tales right off of alli’s website:  (note to reader- If reading disgusting “opps, I’ve crapped my pants” stories repulse you, then skip down to the next paragraph.

“(I)’ve pooped my pants 3 times today, and sorry to get descriptive but it even leaked onto the couch at one point!” writes one user.

It can strike any time — even in the early hours of the morning. One user writes: “(Y)a know how when you start moving around in the morning ya pass a little gas. Well, I did and then went into the bathroom and to my horror I had an orange river of grease running down my leg.”

Oh, I just wish that I knew someone directly that has taken it to confirm all that I have read! 

I am not going to turn this into a weight loss journal or anything, but I am going to post when anything weird or different happens during my quest such has clumps of hair falling out or a 10lb section of fat randomly falling off of my stomach. 

Fun weekend ahead.  Balloon parties galore mixed in with some workouts and church.  Nice little weekend ahead of me.  Have a wonderful weekend!

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