Tank Tops and Tan Lines

This last year, I’ve hit two milestones as I begin to enter ‘old lady’ age. First off, tank tops.

See, I’ve never liked my arms. Even as a kid, I rarely wore tank tops. I had some type of upper arm blotchy redness that I thought was ugly. There was nothing I could do about it, but I didn’t like it.  People always said something about it as if it’s something I could make disappear. As I got older, the blotchy seemed to get better but I whenever I gained a few pounds, I would carry more fat in my arms. Yuckk.

For some reason, this last year I stopped caring. I wear tank tops pretty much every day, especially this week when my office is about 90 degrees with 100% humidity. It’s pretty warm and putting on a full t-shirt just isn’t happening. And I don’t care. Boom! Old(er) lady don’t care.

Next? Tan lines.

I’ve always enjoyed having some color from the sun, what can I say? I’m Hawaiian. I’m actually fairly light skinned, but thanks to my DNA I tan up pretty nice and rarely burn (unless I’m really trying.) I’ve gone to tan beds for years (skin cancer people hush up, I know it’s not good) in efforts to avoid tan lines.

I haven’t found a tan studio here in Wisconsin that I’m satisfied with and haven’t tanned for months. However; due to the new throwing routine, my outside time has increased enough to give me some pretty interesting tan lines which include: tank top lines (see above); knee sleeve lines (those are redunkulously cool); booty sock lines (tan ankles and white feet); and not to be outdone, right side wrist wrap lines. It’s pretty spectacular. I’ve also started cutting my t-shirts into a racerback style so I expect some sort of new tan lines there. Boom! Old(er) lady still don’t care!

It’s liberating and refreshing. I’m also closer to understanding why some old ladies leave the house in somewhat humorous outfits. Cuz, BOOM! They don’t care!!! Bring it.

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.

Mark Twain

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For training opportunities at tosabarbell, call or text Juli at 320-296-9313. e-mail to jep6095@gmail.com At tosabarbell, I build relationships cultivated in a strength and learning environment. There is no 12 week magic pill program to strength but rather a lifetime commitment to be the very best and most useful human you can be. tosabarbell is a private, home grown gym with three lifting platforms; squat rack; prowlers; throwing implements; bars, bumpers and everything else needed for an effective strength and conditioning program. Straightforward barbell programming including the Olympic lifts; sound (read: not fancy bullshit) diet advance for weight gain or loss; and strong coaching will ensure you will meet your goals such as becoming stronger, more explosive, and better conditioned. I have been coaching teams and athletes for over 30 years. I grew up participating in various sports at various levels but was always drawn to those that require strength training. I have multiple local, national, and world records in the sports of Weightlifting and Highland Games Heavy Events as well as a combined total of 5 World Championships. My 5 years of training and coaching under Mark Rippetoe provided a wide range of influence from some of the top strength & conditioning and throwing coaches in the country. I will strongly encourage tosabarbell athletes to compete (and prepare you to do so.) However, tosabarbell is also for those who wish to be stronger and go through life feeling better. Matt WanAt is a retired Professional Strongman who competed frequently with Strongman Champions League in Europe. He played a year of D1 football with Iowa before concentrating on his Chemical Engineering degree in Iowa City. He is a native of Wauwatosa and still remains a staunch supporter of Tosa East. This blog will be a mixture of strength notes, coaching and nutrition tips, personal shit; bacon delicacies, and a whole lot of fun.
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