I don't have any idea about P90X2 but I know that sport cleaning kicks. Tony Horton, the mastermind behind P90X and the most shredded, ripped up 55 year old on the planet has really got something going on the fitness front. But what about the life front? What about all the rest?
Some would argue that if you are in peak physical condition that you'll do many other things more efficiently. You'll work better. You'll sleep better. You'll give a better and more muscular massage. I don't think that is enough. I think you need to be in peak physical condition AND peak life condition. Like is so often the case... I want more.
So many exercise programs today are one dimensional. I'm looking for multidimensional routine that maximizes efficiency and leverages productivity. It is a regime that should leave your heart pounding, a damp brow, and a clean floor for example.
I'm of the opinion that there isn't enough talk or time given to flooring cleaning in our culture. I think that a lot of people are spending a lot of time cleaning floors around the world and it simply isn't getting the press it deserves. You can argue that Jim Dyson has taken a stab at this topic but we all know that his motivation is for the dolla and not for physical powa (power). That lack of press ends now.
I'd like to address this deficiency by rolling out a new workout/cleaning program I call Sport Cleaning (or Happy Clean in Europe).
Sport Cleaning takes what we, mankind, do already and adds an advanced physical element combining resistance and cardiovascular training. All we have to do is install a series of extra-strength anchor points in our homes. In every room there shall be four anchors in each corner. The sport cleaner shall don the sport cleaning apparatus which is a double thick neoprene unitard with multiple attachment points. The cleaner shall then attached resistance bands to the suit and to the anchors in the room. Now you see the benifits.
At this point the sport cleaner simple cleans as they might normally do. Obviously the center of the room is easily cleaned. The corners are more difficult. The idea would be that to reach the corners one would have to preform as a human tether ball hurling oneself into the corner.
Try it. You'll like it. I've been doing to for days and the benefits are unmistakable.
If you like this sort of program... make sure to ask me about my other fitness programs:
Invisa-Dutch
Commuter Core
The Electric Amish
Happy New Year
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Flabbergasting Humanity
What is happening to us? To mankind? How we have ended up here?
These are questions that any thinking person must ask themselves when they watch the news or look into the mirror - the great truth teller.
The politics. The poverty. The immorality. The lies.
Unfortunately my questions aren't that deep or meaningful. They should be... but they are not. They are not deep. They are not even that interesting. They are shallow and dumb. They are the fast food of questions.
Why do my children do such strange things? I believe that given the opportunity - my children whom are usually well behaved and thoughtful - would try to light my socks on fire while I am wearing them. Of course they haven't ever done this but I credit the omission to ignorance or lack of creativity rather than capacity. And the sock lighting wouldn't even be malicious. It would be sort of a exploration into a fire and wool rather than an outright attempt to harm me... but the results would be the same.
I can't figure out why the kids haven't tried to climb our crispy Christmas tree yet. Or why they haven't managed to order a calypso drum kit off of the internet... they seem to do so many other things.
As a result of their antics I have a follow-up question:
Why does my ear hair grow with such aggression?
I'm not kidding when I say that my ear hair could be used to string and very short necked guitar. It is so coarse and unruly and grooming kit dulling that I've been forced into using our hedge clippers to do the job. You know before I had kids I didn't have this problem. My ear hair was nothing more than faint angelic fuzz. Like a miniature duckling bottom dangling beneath my ear holes. How could such a thing become so wrong. So wiry.
It is because of all the humanity around me. All six legs of it.
I'll blame the news and the world and the clear brokenness of it all as well but really I'd like to blame my children - whom I love.
It isn't associated to my age which is too easy a thing to blame. Nor my thinning scalp or my poor diet or my increasing crotchetiness.
Humanity is pushing its way out of my formally silkweed encapsulated lobes.
These are questions that any thinking person must ask themselves when they watch the news or look into the mirror - the great truth teller.
The politics. The poverty. The immorality. The lies.
Unfortunately my questions aren't that deep or meaningful. They should be... but they are not. They are not deep. They are not even that interesting. They are shallow and dumb. They are the fast food of questions.
Why do my children do such strange things? I believe that given the opportunity - my children whom are usually well behaved and thoughtful - would try to light my socks on fire while I am wearing them. Of course they haven't ever done this but I credit the omission to ignorance or lack of creativity rather than capacity. And the sock lighting wouldn't even be malicious. It would be sort of a exploration into a fire and wool rather than an outright attempt to harm me... but the results would be the same.
I can't figure out why the kids haven't tried to climb our crispy Christmas tree yet. Or why they haven't managed to order a calypso drum kit off of the internet... they seem to do so many other things.
As a result of their antics I have a follow-up question:
Why does my ear hair grow with such aggression?
I'm not kidding when I say that my ear hair could be used to string and very short necked guitar. It is so coarse and unruly and grooming kit dulling that I've been forced into using our hedge clippers to do the job. You know before I had kids I didn't have this problem. My ear hair was nothing more than faint angelic fuzz. Like a miniature duckling bottom dangling beneath my ear holes. How could such a thing become so wrong. So wiry.
It is because of all the humanity around me. All six legs of it.
I'll blame the news and the world and the clear brokenness of it all as well but really I'd like to blame my children - whom I love.
It isn't associated to my age which is too easy a thing to blame. Nor my thinning scalp or my poor diet or my increasing crotchetiness.
Humanity is pushing its way out of my formally silkweed encapsulated lobes.
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