The more I speak to people about participating in TPG the more I am finding out that these Kegel exercises have been around for quite a while. My Mom used to do them after she had me at her desk at work. Her co-workers and friends swore by them for reinstating the strength of the female parts after childbirth. And now I’m using them in my quest for optimum male sexual health. I haven’t gotten to the weight yet. The first 3 weeks have been and are about mastering and identifying the pelvic muscles.
On my way to and from here and there I contract and hold. The third week includes these little bursts that I do for 20 seconds before going back to the standard hold and release move. I’m anxiously awaiting the use of this weight that I’ve been carrying around with me from the tip of Cape Cod to the tip of Africa and back.
The second layer of pelvic muscles is what we use to prevent us from pissing ourselves, shitting ourselves and gassing out our significant others. It’s been the focus of the last few weeks. The addition of the 20 pulses is something new and frankly very welcomed; I love a challenge and can’t wait until I can start using the weight and do some tricks! To be quite honest I haven’t been able to see any real improvement until yesterday while driving from Orlando down to Ft. Lauderdale.
I drive a lot and I’ve mastered the technique of urinating while driving. Yes, I know, but when you have to go and you’re able to do it you do it. If I’m on the interstate I’ll put the truck into cruise control, whip it out and relieve myself into the Big Gulp cup I snagged from 7-11 steadily cruising at 75mph. Often times I’m not on the wide open road but instead on the side roads which gives me more a chance to pee while at stop lights. The challenge here has always been to let out as much as I can while the light is red and be able to bring it all back in once the light is green. Some times are better than others much to the dismay of my seat covers and pants.
Yesterday after 2 iced Venti Americanos I was in need of a red light. Badly. Two weeks plus of training via The Private Gym and years of holding back the urge to piss were doing a piss poor job of helping me fight the urge to urinate all over the seat of my rental. Finally a red light. I unbuckle, drop the sweatpants and carefully aim my stream into the narrow opening of the water bottle. Almost as quick as it started it had to end. The light was green and everyone had begun to drive through the intersection. I pulled in ward clenching those muscles. I couldn’t help but notice that this time was actually easier; there was none of that familiar uncomfortable aching that usually accompanies denying my body the experience. It was easier. My muscles were notably stronger. It was working. I noticed a change in my body. I love that part when you notice results.