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PUMPING IRONY: Are Desk-Jockeys Doomed?
After WWII, my father found a job delivering beer to bars and restaurants and liquor stores in St. Paul. This involved schlepping a lot of heavy kegs and cases from his truck to coolers every day, an activity that, over…
My Road Less Travelled
This is me (an idealist dreamer from an early age) in the early farm days, circa 1973, in one of our commune's many improvised environments — a "barn apartment." That's my cousin Barb, a fellow commune-dweller (wearing actual clothes), in…
PUMPING IRONY: Conversation Starter
I was sweating my way through some overhead presses Monday night, when a curious thing happened: I had upped the load to 170 lbs. after a few trial lifts at lower weights, and actually managed to hoist it up there…
PUMPING IRONY: Random Acts of Fitness
At the dentist this morning, the hygienist took my blood pressure: 119 over 84, which she told me was "very good." My resting pulse was 59. Also pretty good, I'm told. I'm trying not to feel smug, which is pretty…
PUMPING IRONY: Not Too Heavy, Not Too Light
I think I mentioned a while ago that my gym got a makeover recently — they really spiffed up the joint, but they relocated the scale in a mysterious place, so I hadn't been weighing myself. Well, Monday night I…
PUMPING IRONY: The Shock of the New
Ginger Pear Smoothie
PUMPING IRONY: Get Sweaty, Get Smart
An old colleague of mine, who I like to call The Captain (our Air Force careers briefly overlapped in 1970), dropped me a note the other day with an interesting query: Why does he always seem to come up with such great…
PUMPING IRONY: My Facebook Marriage
My Lovely Wife and I got married on Facebook this evening. She, sitting comfortably in her favorite chair across the living room from me in my favorite chair, noticed in a bit of a panic that she'd not identified her husband on her…