Craig Cox
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PUMPING IRONY: I Wonder as I Wander
A while back, I read a quote from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, who was asked something about what one needs to…
PUMPING IRONY: Questions and Intentions
I’ve been having a little trouble getting to the gym lately, so a recent article in Science Daily that delved into…
PUMPING IRONY: A Pretender at Parkour
Mr. Parkour and I paid a visit last night to Gleason’s Gym, a sprawling gymnastics center artfully hidden in a suburban industrial…
PUMPING IRONY: A Step Behind
The other night, I was standing in the kitchen minding my own business when my son, whom I now refer to…
PUMPING IRONY: The Son Also Rises
My son and I traveled to the fancy gym in the suburbs last night for a workout.
PUMPING IRONY: The Great Outdoors
Winter is giving way to spring around here, which makes my morning and evening walking commutes both exhilarating and treacherous. Patches of ice materialize at inopportune times, so mindful walking is the order of the day: one foot in front of the other. I’ve managed to maintain my footing so far, unlike My Lovely Wife, who has taken a couple of tumbles this winter.
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…
PUMPING IRONY: Conversation Starter
I was sweating my way through some overhead presses Monday night, when a curious thing happened: I had upped the…
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…
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…
PUMPING IRONY: The Shock of the New
I awoke to a gorgeous Minnesota winter morning — snow blowing sideways from the northwestand 4 inches of the white stuff underfoot as I trekked to the office.
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…
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…
PUMPING IRONY: Taking It on the Shin
It’s definitely December now (a balmy 24 degrees this morning), so I’ve parked my bicycle in the garage for the next four…
PUMPING IRONY: A Welcome Epiphany
Loyal readers of these pages (yes, you two know who you are) know me to be a bit random in my workout approach.
PUMPING IRONY: Pain Reliever
It used to be that the second day after basketball I’d really feel the pain (it’s called DOMS, delayed onset muscle soreness),…
PUMPING IRONY: Disaster Averted
Well, of course I played basketball last night — despite a weird twinge in my left knee and a general whole-body soreness from Sunday’s tennis match/basketball shoot-around. (What did you expect?)
PUMPING IRONY: Making Decisions
Craig Cox weighs the pros and cons of shooting hoops at the club.
PUMPING IRONY: Attention Deficit
I strive on a fairly regular basis to reduce my natural obliviousness to things (it’s a guy thing), but I do not…
PUMPING IRONY: No More Excuses
My father died 30 years ago today, so some of my siblings and I (along with my daughter) will be marking the…
PUMPING IRONY: No Car, No Problem
It’s not often that we’re treated to temps in the 60s in November around here, so My Lovely Wife and I were…