PUMPING IRONY: Muscle Repair Shop
It's primary election day today, so I'm skipping the gym to go exercise my political franchise.
Bicycling on the Ford Bridge this glorious morning, I spotted a lone rower (sculler?) resting on the perfectly calm river below. It was a perfect Zen moment: a man balancing exquisitely in his knife-thin craft, oars extended, a water bug…
No intervals on Tuesday's stationary bike ride (you really have to be in a certain mood), but I did a little over 5 miles in about 20 minutes -- average heart rate of 110 -- so I wasn't slacking. And…
The buff guy last night (is he at the gym every night?!?) had a T-shirt with arrows pointing to his biceps! Very subtle. . . . Of course, when you've built a body like this guy has, why not advertise?…