Manhattan Beach Getaway

Last Monday I decided to take a drive over to Manhattan Beach to work out instead of going to my usual parks.  A change of scenery is always a good thing in my book.

Anyway, I first stopped at Polliwog Park because I read online that the park had outdoor gym equipment.  Well, when I arrived, I parked right next to that equipment.  However, it wasn't the equipment I wanted most.  See, I like pull-up bars.  This park had everything EXCEPT pull-up bars!  I did some push-ups against a picnic table, then took my butt to the pier.

Oh, one other thing: four years ago, I read online that a decomposing corpse of a 21-year-old man was found in that park.  It was wrapped in plastic and discovered by park workers.  Luckily for me, no such "discovery" took place during my visit.

When I arrived on the Pier, everybody down on the beach looked like they were having the time of their lives!  I tell ya, peaceful living has that effect on folks!

I then walked The Strand, looking at the beautiful homes that line the beach.  While walking, I met a guy who is a few years older than I.  Damn, I wish I could recall his name.  Anyway, he actually began walking with me, and talking a mile a minute.  He told me he had just come from a cancer treatment.  Turns out he is dealing with throat cancer, I believe.  He told me he got it from performing cunnilingus.  Yep!  Eating too much p*ssy.  Or, the WRONG p*ssy!  The moment he told me that, I told him, "Oh, that's what Michael Douglas has."  He knew the story.  The dude and I talked about everything under the sun. 

 

We eventually walked upon a workout area that made my dang day!  'Cause unlike Polliwog Park, this area had my pull-up bars.  Heck, it had several, different bars of varying heights.

 Swinging on those bars within an inch of his life was a 22-year-old named, Cole.  The young fella was really doing all sorts of tricks on the bars.  So, of course, I had to introduce myself and jump right up on 'em my dang self.  He showed me an exercise or two and I proceeded to execute 'em just as he showed me.  The one exercise he did that I just couldn't was muscle-ups.  I have often wanted to do them, but I reckon not so pressingly that I actually practice them.  Maybe one day I will.  Maybe not.  All I know is that the young chap sure has been raised well.

The next time I hit up Manhattan Beach, I hope I run into Cole again.  He's now one of my new Park bros!