My rowing machine is name Kate. It is named after a girl that I lusted after and couldn't have. The purchase of the rowing machine coincided nicely with the lusting. So it seemed the only right and sensible thing to do to name it after her.
I have bought other equipment and I have wanted other girls but these things haven't since coincided. I attempted to give all my equipment a girl's name but without the feelings it's hard to remember. Fuck I even tried to individually name my rings and I just didn't care. I know I named one of my kettlebells Marie but I can't remember which. Probably the heavy one. A sort of irony, but I didn't really feel it and the name has faded.
Now I find myself anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new bar. My beautiful 29mm diameter bar, with 200,000 lb yield strength (whatever that means), no chrome or other artifice just natural steel. A bar of natural beauty. Not made up like the trampy bars we see in gyms.
The knurl is pretty too, marked for both powerlifting and weightlifting. http://www.roguefitness.com/store/BR... - It's a damn fine bar. Coincidentally I find myself lusting too.
This bar with it's rich character, distinctive appearance and timely arrival will have a name.
My tyre is called Samantha but that's just cos it looks like a Samantha.
get some chalk on it
Lust doesn't sum it up but I was restricted by the proximity of posting this on Bebo and I occasionally wish to avoid a scene. At least I like to be in control of the scene. The bar is named Paula.
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