Pumping Irony

So, I was a little taken aback recently when my tennis buddy, M.E., told me that the old gang was reconstituting the…

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…

For months now, I’ve been struggling to find ways to “mix up” my workout routine. Loyal readers may recall my foray onto…

Back to the gym last night after a couple of weeks away, and I have to admit I was a little apprehensive when I climbed on the scale before my workout.

Before Monday’s workout, I’d been away from the gym for a couple of weeks (vacation + procrastination), and I’m feeling the effects today: sore shoulders and arms from lifting, mostly.

OK, let’s see if I can do a little inventory of sore muscles this morning: lower back, check; both knees,…

I put about 20 miles on the Schwinn on Saturday, running various errands with My Lovely Wife.

“Rabbit grabs the rebound but then can’t move with it, his body weighs a ton, his feet have lost their…

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.

So, as promised in my earlier post, I’m reporting back. And as I suspected, I haven’t been able to get…

It’s been about a week now since I made it downstairs to the gym (lots of evening work recently), so…

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.

No offense, Tony. As promised, I’ve spent the last few days faithfully chronicling my entire food intake, an exercise that…

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.

This is fun. Really. Lots of fitness experts suggest that you “shake up” your workouts so they don’t get boring.…

A mysterious pain in my left ankle has had me scratching my head lately.

I recalled on Saturday morning that, contrary to the post below, I had sort of resolved to drag out my…

Three items to report on this glorious autumn morning (blue sky, a wisp of a breeze from the west, 33…

It occurred to me on the walk into the office this morning (glorious blue skies, soft NW breeze, 32 degrees) that I’ve maybe been beating myself up a bit too much about this running thing.