I totally got a charge out of buying my first keg today—my inner frat boy coming out.

Our freezer is now packed to the hilt — just begging to be unloaded (like our Honda FIT, earlier).

Even though I desperately wanted to come home to address postcards and hang more Christmas lights, I forced myself to workout at Bodybuilders Gym in Silverlake. (BTW, I’m tweeting all my workouts and daily meals on Twitter, so if you want to follow me, just text “Follow PeaceLoveLunges” to 40404) I really like the “old skool” quality of that gym, the staff and managers are really friendly. They always decorate it pretty for each holiday. It’s what a neighborhood gym should be.

Mid-set, I snapped this pic for my friend Erin Saul of NamasteMofo. (Not the prettiest shot, but you get the idea).

This is a totally unsolicited plug —but if you’re looking for the perfect Christmas gift for someone who loves yoga, Erin’s irreverent yoga T-shirts are still among my favorite discoveries ever. Snatch some up today at NamasteMofo.com

Peace, Love, Lunges,
Sam

It’s located on Hyperion, a very busy street in the Silverlake neighborhood of Los Angeles. The gym’s upper deck has very small windows. The main floor fronts on the street, with a sidewalk style entrance and expansive floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

I was midway through my chin ups when the earthquake hit. At first I thought the vibrations were from speeding cars or rescue vehicles rushing along the “mini freeway” outside. (Don’t think I’m crazy—a traffic accident took out some street level windows of the gym last spring).

Feeling the ground moving underneath the machine, I jumped off and (rather greenly and, apparently, loudly) wondered:

“Earth… Quake?

Everyone just nodded and smiled, but I know they were thinking: “That bleach has gone to his head.”

I’ve only experienced one other tremor in Los Angeles. That quake, back in 1997, felt like the ground was slowly rolling in waves. Not today. The rumblings felt explosive, uneven, more sudden. The windows shook as if a large 18-wheeler had just sped by, leaving a gust of wind in its wake. I wondered if it felt anything like a hurricane.

I moved on to bicep curls. I figured it was the Universe telling me that I had done enough chin ups for today.

For the record, I did 22.

And the good news: back at home, only a candle broke.

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