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PUMPING IRONY: Calories and Cardio
So, as promised in my earlier post, I’m reporting back. And as I suspected, I haven’t been able to get…
PUMPING IRONY: A Brave New Direction?
It’s been about a week now since I made it downstairs to the gym (lots of evening work recently), so…
PUMPING IRONY: An Exercise in Humility
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.
PUMPING IRONY: Super-Size Me!
No offense, Tony. As promised, I’ve spent the last few days faithfully chronicling my entire food intake, an exercise that…
PUMPING IRONY: A Weighty Matter
The other day as I was standing on the scale at the gym (164.5 lbs.), it occurred to me for maybe the 7,000th time (estimated) that I’ve never had to really think about my weight.
PUMPING IRONY: Free At Last!
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.
PUMPING IRONY: Shake It Up?
This is fun. Really. Lots of fitness experts suggest that you “shake up” your workouts so they don’t get boring.…
PUMPING IRONY: Up to My Ankles
A mysterious pain in my left ankle has had me scratching my head lately.
PUMPING IRONY: Miracle on Ice
I recalled on Saturday morning that, contrary to the post below, I had sort of resolved to drag out my…
PUMPING IRONY: Partial Vindication
Three items to report on this glorious autumn morning (blue sky, a wisp of a breeze from the west, 33…
PUMPING IRONY: Walk Like a Man
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.
PUMPING IRONY: The Antsy Gene
Motivation is a mysterious phenomenon. After a pretty sedentary week (a little commuter cycling, no lifting), this morning I climbed out of bed, unfolded my exercise/meditation mat and slid inexplicably back into my routine: a few sun salutations and other pretend yoga poses, some stretching, 30 push-ups, a little zazen.
PUMPING IRONY: Awkward Mornings
One of the buffer guys at the gym on Monday was wearing a very tight T-shirt with this message: “An…
PUMPING IRONY: Miracle Cure?
OK, this is weird. Against my better judgment, I shuffled my pathetic ancient body downstairs to the gym after work…
PUMPING IRONY: Back and Forth
Remember the scene in It’s a Wonderful Life when Jimmy Stewart’s sitting at Martini’s bar and prays for deliverance from…
PUMPING IRONY: Cramping Calves
I climbed on the treadmill last night and, after a five-minute walking warm-up, jogged a mile at a 4 mph…
PUMPING IRONY: Sore Shoulder
It’s a muggy day for a bicycle commute, even one that lasts only 15 minutes, and this morning it’s made…
PUMPING IRONY: A Presidential Moment
I’ve been riding my bike into work recently, but today, which promises thundershowers after work, I decided to hoof it.…
PUMPING IRONY: When the Shoe Fits . . .
My goal this morning was to walk into work (I’d left my bike in the office due to yesterday’s thunderstorm)…
PUMPING IRONY: Solid Goaled
OK, so I promised that I would report on last night’s workout — specifically focusing on my 10 goals for…
PUMPING IRONY: A Little Stretch
Jeeze, has it been 11 days since I last posted something here? You’re going to assume, of course, that I’ve…