So, this is going to be a twofer.
First, the US Father of Taekwondo, Jhoon Rhee, died today. Without him, there’d be no Bruce Lee; therefore, no Jackie Chan and so on. Martial arts film wouldn’t exist as we know them.
OK, how’s that tie into the next part?
Taekwondo's a great form of exercise, which is a must for a crip with lesser mobility. With that in mind, today, I started doing weights with Joey. A couple weeks ago when we took an adventure to Target, Joey got a 2 and 3-pound dumbbell.
I was in the room when she was doing her routine (25 2-pound punches right, 20 left and 30 curls right and a 20-second extended left arm hold) and asked her to leave it on the bed when she was finished while her badass lifted herself on the pot after.
Last year, I was diagnosed as borderline diabetic. A couple months ago, I went back to check how I was doing. My A1C was up from 6 to 6.2. I need to get that shit down, because I DON’T want to be on insulin. Nobody’s gonna stab me in the gut!
This badass right here goes to Planet Fitness a couple times a week to keep his CP in check among other reasons. I think he does it to his 6-pack to the chicks…just saying. He's my older brother from another mother. I need to keep up with him.
Anyway, I got to get serious if I’m gonna keep needles out of my gut, right? Besides, I used to do weights when I was on the swim team my senior year, a stunt I fought for a few years before the powers that be acquiesced, on the days I wasn’t in the pool.
I did 50 curls both arms and 50 arm extension lifts, both arms. I’m feeling the burn, but it feels good. We’ll see where this goes.
Be good too each other.