My father died 30 years ago today, so some of my siblings and I (along with my daughter) will be marking the occasion later this afternoon at a tiny cemetery in Becker, Minn., where he and my mother are buried — along with a large contingent of the Cox clan (including my grandfather and great-grandfather). There will be much reminiscing… Read more »
It’s not often that we’re treated to temps in the 60s in November around here, so My Lovely Wife and I were able to spend a good portion of the weekend out and about on foot and on our bicycles (the Crapmobile’s right front wheel is making calamitous sounds, as well, so we left it in the driveway). Saturday… Read more »
A pretty OK workout last night: Did 30 minutes of intervals on the EDM rather than my normal routine, which I watch Seinfeld or whatever sitcom happens to be playing on the flat-screens and stride glumly along for 45 minutes, moving from a resistance level of 10, to 15, then 20. I usually burn about 600 calories this… Read more »
So, I was a little taken aback recently when my tennis buddy, M.E., told me that the old gang was reconstituting the weekly game and was extending an invitation to him and me to return to the court. I was flattered, of course, but circumspect. I mean, on the one hand, I really don’t think I can recapture whatever… Read more »
The past few days have been pretty eventful: I wrenched my back while channeling Marty Gallagher in The Pit last Thursday — barbell squats with 120 lbs resting behind my neck (what was I thinking?). And then, on Monday, back in The Pit (I know what you’re thinking, but no, I skipped the barbells), I did something to… Read more »
Well, the weekend came and went and I was somehow able to circle my way around whatever it was that was bothering me last Wednesday. This H1N1 flu scare has everyone I know walking on eggshells, and while I don’t tend to panic about these sorts of things, you never know. . . . It seems as though two… Read more »
I’m sitting at my desk on my front porch this morning watching the October rain threaten to become snow, the kind of weather that correlates nicely with my current mood: Is the bug that hit me yesterday going to morph into something more serious today?
A gorgeous autumn morning for a bike ride. The trees along the Mississippi are beginning to turn and the squirrels in Minnehaha Park are frantically building their winter food cache. The chill in the air gives me permission to pump a little harder on my way over the bridge and up the big hill to the office, but I… Read more »
I married into a family cabin almost 30 years ago, which is a marvelous happenstance, except for the October Saturday every year when My Lovely Wife and I are called upon to drive 200 miles north to Cass County, Minn., for the annual bringing in of the dock.
For months now, I’ve been struggling to find ways to “mix up” my workout routine. Loyal readers may recall my foray onto the basketball court awhile back or my occasional yoga adventures. Well, now that I’m everyone’s favorite tennis opponent, the problem isn’t so much finding a way out of my tried-and-true EDM/lifting/sometimes-stretching rut; it’s all about getting back into… Read more »
OK, let’s see if I can do a little inventory of sore muscles this morning: lower back, check; both knees, check; right shoulder, check; quads, check; hammies, check; left ankle . . . . Maybe it would take less space if I listed the muscles that aren’t sore. So, suck it up, right? Shake it… Read more »
True to my word (see previous post), I actually did pedal over to the local yoga studio with My Lovely Wife yesterday for a noon beginner’s class. And it went fine — except for the Eagle Pose, which probably takes a little more practice. But I can’t blame 45 minutes of yoga bending for my… Read more »
“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 »
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 »