“Rabbit grabs the rebound but then can’t move with it, his body weighs a ton, his feet have lost their connection to his head. Tiger knifes in between him and the basket, leans right in his face with a violet snarl, then eases back a little so Rabbit feels a gap, a moment’s slackness in... Read more »
I'm thinking this morning about that old saying about the best-laid plans often going astray.
The holiday weekend lacked fireworks, though our neighbor outfitted his front yard with a red, white and blue light show featuring the music of John Phillip Sousa, Bruce Springsteen and Ray Charles (the latter singing his own stirring rendition of "America the Beautiful"), which debuted the evening of July 3 with much fanfare and, perhaps owing to a visit or two from less patriotic neighbors, did not favor us with an Independence Day encore.
My eldest sibling likes to remind those of us who envy his retirement lifestyle that the one big problem with life after work is that "every day is a Saturday," which is to say a day in which you tend to go shopping, have lunch or dinner out and generally open your wallet on more occasions than you might otherwise do so.
So, as promised in my earlier post, I’m reporting back. And as I suspected, I haven’t been able to get to the gym every day on a regular schedule since then, but I have been getting in some good workouts when I’ve been down there. Most notably, I’ve taken my young PT’s advice about lengthening... Read more »
It’s been about a week now since I made it downstairs to the gym (lots of evening work recently), so I can’t say I’ve been very diligent on the exercise front. I have been bicycling into the office every day, a practice that has been made more challenging by winds that have threatened to sweep... Read more »
So, I skipped the gym on Friday but made up for it on Saturday. Not on the lifting front -- unless you count flipping burgers on the grill (yum!) -- but I got plenty of cardio.
I was back in the Pit Monday, lifting and sweating and feeling generally OK about this fitness thing, when I ran into Robyn Wells, an LTF personal trainer who I met recently through my rugby-playing colleague JS. Robyn is a 20-something powerhouse athlete who specializes in teaching us lesser beings how to get the most out of their workouts. And she generously offered to help me out.
Day 6 of the Great Food Chronicle Experiment has now come and gone, and one very clear pattern has emerged: I don't seem to eat very much.
No offense, Tony. As promised, I’ve spent the last few days faithfully chronicling my entire food intake, an exercise that has forced me to become a bit more mindful of my eating decisions even as it has revealed how circumstances can alter intentions. Exhibit A: On Day 1, I enjoyed a nutritious breakfast (yogurt, granola... Read more »
The other day as I was standing on the scale at the gym (164.5 lbs.), it occurred to me for maybe the 7,000th time (estimated) that I've never had to really think about my weight.
It's been raining mornings and evenings the last two days, thus deleting my bicycle commute (My Lovely Wife has been driving me to and from), so I was anxious to get down to the gym tonight and rev up a good lather on the old EDM and see if my Thursday experience with the free weights was an anomaly.
As previously noted, I've been avoiding the free-weights area in the gym because it's just a bit intimidating -- all those large ripped and tattooed guys hoisting megatonnage of iron.
You know, you look up from the mess on the desk in front of you and you notice that a month has gone by and you haven’t sprained an ankle, torn an Achilles tendon or blown out your knee and that’s a good thing, generally, though you also notice there are cobwebs collecting now on... Read more »
This is fun. Really. Lots of fitness experts suggest that you “shake up” your workouts so they don’t get boring. Well, at my age it’s hard to get bored by anything. (You know, you wake up in the morning pleased by the fact that you woke up. . . .) I make it to the... Read more »
A mysterious pain in my left ankle has had me scratching my head lately.
After a winter's-worth of flesh-numbing cold last week, I was finally able to get out and hoof it to the office this morning.
I recalled on Saturday morning that, contrary to the post below, I had sort of resolved to drag out my old hockey skates and get out on the ice this winter. (I had actually communicated the resolution to my fitness guru, SW, in a moment of weakness — making it all that more difficult to... Read more »
Everyone seems to expect resolutions at this time of year, which to me is an interesting phenomenon.
Act your age, Tony I climbed into the Crapmobile for my morning commute today — not because it was too cold to walk (10 degrees is positively balmy to a devoted walkophile), but because I didn’t have enough time to hoof it across the bridge and still prep for a 9 a.m. meeting. No matter... Read more »
Three items to report on this glorious autumn morning (blue sky, a wisp of a breeze from the west, 33 degrees), two of which vindicate my urban walkophile-ness: 1. I couldn’t help but notice while I ambled, capless, along my route this morning that the three bicyclists (pedal-philes?) I encountered were bundled up against the... Read more »