“You were on a mission, I didn’t want to be in your way” the cashier, a cute though flat chested brunette of between 18 and 21, said to me when I came back to checkout.
(One of my food packages was open, I noticed at the last minute, and had turned around to get a new one.)
I mention this being said to me to the girl manager at work (25yo) who replied “I can see that, you always go around like that, you’re always like that- you’re intense”.
They must see this just cause 6′, muscular.
I don’t see it – especially now as I progress into my old age, the senior citizenship of 28 lol – whereas I feel like I’ve visibly chilled over the past few years.
Heck, one buddy said he saw that happen in the year from 26½ to 27½.
Reality?
Mine that is…
I’m a jokester, a big light hearted goofball, and I flip a switch somewhere from introvert to outgoing when I’m anywhere but alone (50% of the time, it has been, and needs be higher – talk to everyone, especially the cute college chicks).
Flip switch. Click. ✓
When my buddy and I moved to vegas everyone thought I was the one who was prior service.
I wasn’t. He was.
20 vs 22
People just notice that I’m wired, squared away, often easily enough on “up time”.
Up time!
Cali can be funny.
First it’s “what branch were you?”
“Marine Corps? Oh, you were army.
No? Neither?” They’re surprised.
Then it’s…
“When and where did you do time?
No?” They’re surprised again.
Big islander with airborne tats, fit black dude compton and crip tats blasted all over him – just respect nods as I pass.
Don’t know the vibe I have.
The gym out there, this GIANT black guy, 6’8″+, probably 400lbs, muscular (I don’t think it was Shaq, yes I’m confident it wasn’t Shaq) – we’d nod and fist bump.
Him leaving, me entering the gym floor.
Never spoke, just nod, fist bump, as the gym floor “crew/shift” changed.
Got a spot from one of those crips, broke “prison politics”, it visibly blew his mind, but I’m a civilian – in the civilian world.
All the blacks there gave me respect, watched me power clean -respect for that too.
A conversation with one chick, another chick witnessed, and seemingly ALL the chicks there became interested.
“Hey! Yo! We’re not done talking. Get back here.”
Gave her my #, “text me your name in a bit”, THEN she left.
That deliciously hipped and naturally blonde latina witnessed me doing that which was more exciting than her and two guy friends taking instagram photos for each other, decided she was smitten, and it snowballed.
“Dude, do you know her?” The redhead dude from detroit training with me asked.
“Nope.”
“Well that wasn’t for me.”
She had walked the entire way across the gym “to grab a plate” (either 2½, 5, or 10lb) from right next to me, an accented “excuse me”, with a huge smile up at me as she squeezed by before I could initially move, just radiating a smile as she came back by instead of going around the other equipment “thank you”.
We both recognized that as her making an obvious, chick hitting on guy, pass at me.
Cops tend to be tense around me.
It’s 50/50 on whether dudes who’ve been to prison will be chill or tense.
…..
Occasionally I do my daily pushups as 4ct reps.
Did so today, bout 1245am.
Got them out of the way still up after midnight.
Worked bout 8am to 930pm yesterday – a long weekend restaurant day.
Our reserves, our energy – it’s as high as we want.
I laugh as I hip check the doorway.
Yeah, 12 hours in the kitchen. Dehydration. Affects balance.
The mace workout. Last night’s extra pushups. Today’s early pushups.
4ct militant.
4ct Militant :
I count off the reps 1, 2 , 3 ,1, sometimes in my head, sometimes aloud – the whole set but the “and for good measure” 4ct, those words ALWAYS aloud.
AND FOR GOOD MEASURE!
aloud
I get more out of these reps, and sometimes will sound off.
Like picturing benching 405 for reps as I do pushups, the 4ct makes the vanilla pushup more valuable than just repping, done in these styles they’re done strictly vs what form police would forever “no rep” – the “woody woodpeckers”.
Persistence & Tenacity