Taking it on the road
You can do this anywhere by the way. Working out in a creative fashion makes it easier when you do not have your gym, your home, your equipment you are used to nearby.
Case in point. I like to do these body stories when I travel. I have edited this one down from its original language. Sometimes I type too fast and my grammar and language are not great.
The weekend I was finishing writing some of my package workouts I was at the Little American Hotel in Salt Lake City. I’m not sure where the word or concept came from but I decided to consider the work HAWK. Here is some of the scribbling on my phone I did.
Body Story of Hawk
-how they move, how they watch, how their heads turn as they fly, hawk your wares, Hawkeye, Hawkeye Pierce, being funny and fighting for something at the same time, a hawk handler, Ladyhawke,
The workout itself? Funny, but super weird. I was alone in a hotel room, why be self-conscious? I stood on the bed and imagined being a hawk in flight, doing a lot of neck work as I would spot prey far below. My core and back muscles packed and tight. All of the tension and strange, birdlike quality felt weirdly personal and therapeutic, I am still not sure why. I used chairs and hawked my wares. This involved being selling in an ancient market, holding up my merchandise. I also pretended I was a sex worker, along the lines of Les Mis, so I found myself up against the wall doing weird things. Putting your leg up against the wall and turning over your shoulder is hard. I chuckled quite a bit, but was reminded that using your body as your income source is difficult and vulnerable. I pretended I was Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye in Marvel, and there was a bit of jumping off the bed and pulling arrows out of my quiver and shooting them. Again, leg work, core work, back work. I thought of what it means to be hawkish in appearance and attitude. I tried to channel the intense focus of a hawk, I wished I could find something that could have been a hawk landing on my arm like a falconer might have, but I just held my arms out to the side with some bags and pretended something heavy landed on my arm and I would react and readjust. I filled the small garbage can with some water and pretended I was trying to hawk it as a magic potion. Then Jeremy Renner and I had some sexy time. I told you it was weird.
Could I have just done some pushups and dips and called it a night? Probably, but this gave me more unusual imagery to work with, and my body responded to the moodiness and difficulty of the idea.
