Buffie
Sunday, January 3, 2010 1:54 PM /
topHot. Heat. And light.
Scratches. Like mice scampering over old papers. Shaking. Someone or something was shaking the bed.
The air. A bit different now, strong and heavy fused with fumes and strange scents. Aftershave.
That's what invaded my consciousness while I was immobile and defenseless to reality, still residing in darkness.
"Ken gising na.." a voice called.
It wasn't my sister's (who woke me up insisting I'm gonna be late and I'll be missing today's quiz). And the voice wasn't my alarm either, though it was a man's voice.
"Late ka naman, Ken! Gumising ka na." another voice urged.
"Hmmmmm..." I wanted to snap at the voice(es) to stop bugging me. Ohgod. This feels like old school.
I opened my eyes. I was greeted by the warmth of the day first. Something furry was resting on my left arm - Pi, lying face down on the rumpled sheets. I searched the room where the voice had come from. My eyes settled on another pair of eyes reflected on the mirror.
"Tanghali na," Kuya Jan said. "Anong oras ka ba natulog kagabi?"
I yawned in answer.
"Bilis, ligo na. Late ka na." another voice came from the lower deck. Not Dan. Si Kuya Emman. Lately they have been teasing me about my Saturday and Sunday sleepovers and I'm starting to get used to them. In fact I could tell now that Kuya E was lying because of the lightness in his tone. There wasn't some urgency on it di katulad ng pagsabi niya sa 'kin na siya muna mauuna maligo sa banyo.
I grabbed my phone to check what time was it. Past 10 AM. I didn't get up from the bed.
It's Sunday. And I have all the time in the world to relax just like Someone up "there" was doing.
"Ken, bangon na. Excercise tayo. Tuturuan kita mag-weight lifting," said Kuya J.
"Hindi ko kelangan yan."
"Bumagon ka na. Dali!" Now he was very insistent with starting-the-new-year-right. Kuya Jan was into weight lifting eight months ago but gave up due from too much work. This year he wanted to get back in shaping up. And seems like he wanted me to join.
Weight lifting. Bah. I had some second thoughts about that. Because primarily, I dig food. And ice-creme, junk foods chips, cookies and sweets are a NO-NO once you started lifting weights. And besides, I should be gaining weight instead of losing them! I think I lost a pound or two from eating at fastfood joints. Nakakasawa talaga 'pag fastfood, I'm telling you. Eh, di naman ako makaangal kasi this is the price for being independent - limited resources. And another thing, once I started weightlifting, I'll probably turn into a vain person, like the rest of those gym buffs here in the city with heads swelling from too much perfume and powder. Ppfff!
Finally I got myself out of bed para matahimik na si Kuya J.
"Heto," he gave me the..ano bang tawag diyan? Weights? Right.
"Wait lang po," I turned towards the lavatory. "Sipilyo muna ako."
Nang matapos na tinanong ko siya, "Kumain na po ba kayo? Breakfast or snacks?"
"Mamaya na lang yan."
I took a look at him. He was serious. About getting back in shape.
Ohkaay, this couldn't hurt, I told myself. Back at home nag-iigib at nagbubuhat din ako ng tubig. The only difference is that I have to lift it up and down, building a retraction contraction. I took out the weights. Ow. It was..heavy. kinda. I gave it back to him.
"Bakit?"
"Stretch muna ako. Mabigat kasi."
"Mabigat talaga 'yan"
"Ayoko na."
"Stretching ka muna."
So I did a couple of twist and turns and hops and little shakes that I learned from my Kindergarden days. Kuya Jan taught me some few standard stretching. Then the hard challenging part: lifting sessions. He instructed at the same time demonstrated some examples, which in turn I followed obediently.
It wasn't hard though, just tiresome. I learned that there four (correct me if I'm wrong) major muscles in the arm that needs to be worked out, each in different execution.
What I hate most was the push-ups. I gave up after 3 push-ups. And Kuya J was making it worse by saying, "lower pa.."
"Balik na lang po muna tayo weight lifts," I said, getting up. The weights were just right for me, not too heavy or light. After a few executions it did feel like a normal everyday routine. Hmmm..maybe I could squeezed this after dinner, between laundry time and soundtrip mode. .
"O, baka ma addict ka dito Ken ha?"
"Sana hindi naman.."
He's kidding right? What is this? food? or blog or s*x? LOL Anung kakaadikan dito? It turns out that I could land a photoshoot like one of those guys on Men's Health if I work myself up everyday. Within three to five or six months daw, hunk na me ahahhaha. Ganun? ahahahhaha
"Sige ipagpatuloy mo lang yan," he urged. "'di ka pa pinapawisan eh."
"Nasanay na rin kasi ako magbuhat." Tsaka hindi ako kanina nakainom ng tubig.
"Mabuti, mabilis ka niyan lumaki, malaman ka kasi," he noted.
"So that means may potential ako..?"
"Siyempre naman!"
"BUT," the big but. Wag daw ako mag-steroids. "Or else you'll look fake. Sure lalaki ang katawan mo but lilitaw yung mga ugat. And it's not natural." Gee.
"Okay," I lowered the weights, "pwede na tayong kumain?"
We went out for lunch, and I ordered four big meatballs. Meat is tastes good. And it's good for muscles.
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