July 6th, 2004

Pandas can't talk

Qui es mui macho?

If it's not Ricardo Montalban, it certainly isn't going to be me...

Sunday, I arm wrestled for the first time in a long while. A bunch of us were sitting and talking when Alan said he felt like arm wrestling. He seemed genuinely surprised when I took him up on it. I ended up winning the first time out, which was interesting since I was actually a little outmatched. I guess that even though I've become soft and weak, I've not become so soft and weak that I should just roll over and die.

That matchup also demonstrated that I've still got a hint of that drive that allows me to push beyond what I really should be capable of. I was pretty spent afterwards, and it didn't surprise me a bit that on our second go, he just rolled me. I didn't push to the point of injuring myself (something I'm pretty notorious for doing), but I am a little sore about the chest and shoulder today.

It kind of makes me want to do chi gung exercises. And stuff.