Pumping Irony
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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…
PUMPING IRONY: Unintended Consequences
Just back from my fourth acupuncture session, during which I noticed that the cicadas between my ears had shifted slightly to the right (an ominous sign for the Obama administration?), leaving my left ear mostly quiet.
PUMPING IRONY: The Right Tempo
A pretty OK workout last night: Did 30 minutes of intervals on the EDM rather than my normal routine, which I…
PUMPING IRONY: End of Conversation
So, I was a little taken aback recently when my tennis buddy, M.E., told me that the old gang was reconstituting the…
PUMPING IRONY: No Complaints
Well, the weekend came and went and I was somehow able to circle my way around whatever it was that was bothering…
PUMPING IRONY: A Doctor in the House
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?
PUMPING IRONY: Sweat Shop
A gorgeous autumn morning for a bike ride. The trees along the Mississippi are beginning to turn and the squirrels in Minnehaha…
PUMPING IRONY: Bringing In the Dock
I married into a family cabin almost 30 years ago, which is a marvelous happenstance, except for the October Saturday every year when My Lovely Wife and I are called upon to drive 200 miles north to Cass County, Minn., for the annual bringing in of the dock.
PUMPING IRONY: Now, a Racket Rut
For months now, I’ve been struggling to find ways to “mix up” my workout routine. Loyal readers may recall my foray onto…
PUMPING IRONY: The Belgian Waffle Diet
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.
PUMPING IRONY: A New Training Incentive
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.
PUMPING IRONY: No Pain, No Gain? Right?
OK, let’s see if I can do a little inventory of sore muscles this morning: lower back, check; both knees,…
PUMPING IRONY: Yoga Master
I put about 20 miles on the Schwinn on Saturday, running various errands with My Lovely Wife.
PUMPING IRONY: So . . . Basketball?
“Rabbit grabs the rebound but then can’t move with it, his body weighs a ton, his feet have lost their…
PUMPING IRONY: Best-Laid Plans
I’m thinking this morning about that old saying about the best-laid plans often going astray.
PUMPING IRONY: Weekend Workout
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.
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: There and Back and Back Again
So, I skipped the gym on Friday but made up for it on Saturday. Not on the lifting front — unless you count flipping burgers on the grill (yum!) — but I got plenty of cardio.