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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: Running on Air
Been awhile, I guess. That doesn’t mean I’ve been avoiding the gym, though. In fact, I’ve been falling in love…
PUMPING IRONY: A Real Good Stretch
Everyone who knows anything about fitness tells me that I need to do three things regularly to stay in shape: cardio, strength training and stretching.
PUMPING IRONY: A Plan?
No intervals on Tuesday’s stationary bike ride (you really have to be in a certain mood), but I did a…
PUMPING IRONY: Energy Crisis
The buff guy last night (is he at the gym every night?!?) had a T-shirt with arrows pointing to his…
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: Is It Too Much of a Good Thing?
Well, my shoulder’s no longer sore — now it’s my back that’s killing me.
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 Decent Interval
I’m not going to pretend it hasn’t been awhile since I’ve posted (these things are dated, after all), but real work comes first and I’ve been catching up after a week’s vacation. (Yeah, I could’ve posted while on vacation . . . whatever.) It doesn’t mean, however, that I’ve been slacking off in the workout department.
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: Rest or Recreate?
I skipped the gym last night and stayed home from work today in hopes of thwarting a cold bug that’s…
PUMPING IRONY: Formless Function
My Friday workout felt hasty and ill-conceived, sort of a circuit-training approach without the “training” part, as I wandered from…
PUMPING IRONY: Pedal Pusher
I rode my bicycle to work this morning, even though I chose to wear the inexplicable sneaker-khakis combo (see “If…
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: Old and Buff
After my Crapmobile episode on Monday, I was anxious to get back on my regular workout schedule, so last night…
PUMPING IRONY: My Car Ate My Workout. Really.
I trekked through the beginnings of a classic March blizzard yesterday morning, workout gear in my backpack, fully intending to…




