Pumping Irony

OK, so I promised that I would report on last night’s workout — specifically focusing on my 10 goals for…

Two interesting questions lodged themselves in my pea brain after last night’s workout: 1.) Do certain foods make you stronger?…

After my Crapmobile episode on Monday, I was anxious to get back on my regular workout schedule, so last night…

I trekked through the beginnings of a classic March blizzard yesterday morning, workout gear in my backpack, fully intending to…

Jeeze, has it been 11 days since I last posted something here? You’re going to assume, of course, that I’ve…

The great thing about Minnesota is that the weather is always pretty reliable. It’ll be mercilessly frigid for three months…

True to form, when I finally got to the gym on Friday I completely overdid things — piled on the…

It was kind of slow going this morning, due to the patches of glare ice hidden beneath a couple of…

I’m learning more about how the muscles in my body work, which is a good thing, since a lot of…

After about a 10-day hiatus, I’m finally feeling back in the swing of things. Winter is (very, very gradually) turning into spring, so I’ve been able to resume my walking commute, and last night I hit the gym for the first time in what feels this morning like a long, long time (I’m a little sore).

A nasty cold/flu bug has put me off my game this past week, plus it’s been too cold for my…

I’ve never been particularly obsessed about my age, partly because I’ve always looked younger than I really am (which was a huge disadvantage when trying to buy liquor as a teenager).

I mentioned earlier that I’d never set foot in a health club before about a year ago, so it’s almost goes without saying that the whole strength training routine remains pretty foreign to me.

Of course I didn’t do any stretching to speak of last night at the gym (see previous post). I mean,…

In the fall of 1998, I blew out my right knee playing basketball. I remember the occasion because it happened…

That nasty northwest wind I mentioned yesterday was out in force this morning, knifing through my corduroys like a hundred…

I’ve been a pretty faithful bicycle commuter for the past 30-some years. But, when the first big snow falls here in the Twin Cities, I typically park my bicycle in the garage and rely on the automobile to get to work. I’ve taken enough spills on the ice over the years to convince me that it’s the most prudent approach. Usually, I’m back on the road by April.

For most of my 56 years, I’ve considered myself to be a pretty fit guy — athletic even. I played…