Pumping Irony
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PUMPING IRONY: Good Vibrations
When you get to be my age, it’s natural to want to gain a little edge here and there against the inevitable forces of physical and mental decline.
PUMPING IRONY: Immune to Logic
I’ve been battling a bit of a cold for the past few weeks, somehow managing to keep it at bay…
PUMPING IRONY: Sixteen Tons
There’s a scene in Shane, one of my favorite westerns, in which the gunslinger Shane (played by Alan Ladd) and…
PUMPING IRONY: Dock of Ages
A week ago, this knee thing had me a little worried, but it’s been improving pretty steadily in the past…
PUMPING IRONY: Healthy Pessimism
The problem with optimism is that it gets you all optimistic. And then you do something you have no business doing.…
PUMPING IRONY: A Knee-Jerk Reaction
My knee has been killing me lately — a result, I’m guessing, of packing and schlepping a houseful of stuff from our former abode to our current home, a project that has occupied me and my family since my last dispatch more than two months ago.
PUMPING IRONY: I May Be Crazy, but . . .
I’m not a guy who visits the doctor very often (if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it), but I do…
PUMPING IRONY: If the Shoe Fits . . .
OK, so after last Monday’s meandering rant about my tendency to meander around the gym with no particular workout program or plan,…
PUMPING IRONY: I Wonder as I Wander
A while back, I read a quote from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, who was asked something about what one needs to…
PUMPING IRONY: Questions and Intentions
I’ve been having a little trouble getting to the gym lately, so a recent article in Science Daily that delved into…
PUMPING IRONY: A Pretender at Parkour
Mr. Parkour and I paid a visit last night to Gleason’s Gym, a sprawling gymnastics center artfully hidden in a suburban industrial…
PUMPING IRONY: A Step Behind
The other night, I was standing in the kitchen minding my own business when my son, whom I now refer to…
PUMPING IRONY: The Son Also Rises
My son and I traveled to the fancy gym in the suburbs last night for a workout.
PUMPING IRONY: The Great Outdoors
Winter is giving way to spring around here, which makes my morning and evening walking commutes both exhilarating and treacherous. Patches of ice materialize at inopportune times, so mindful walking is the order of the day: one foot in front of the other. I’ve managed to maintain my footing so far, unlike My Lovely Wife, who has taken a couple of tumbles this winter.
PUMPING IRONY: Are Desk-Jockeys Doomed?
After WWII, my father found a job delivering beer to bars and restaurants and liquor stores in St. Paul. This…
PUMPING IRONY: Conversation Starter
I was sweating my way through some overhead presses Monday night, when a curious thing happened: I had upped the…
PUMPING IRONY: Random Acts of Fitness
At the dentist this morning, the hygienist took my blood pressure: 119 over 84, which she told me was “very…
PUMPING IRONY: Not Too Heavy, Not Too Light
I think I mentioned a while ago that my gym got a makeover recently — they really spiffed up the…
PUMPING IRONY: The Shock of the New
I awoke to a gorgeous Minnesota winter morning — snow blowing sideways from the northwestand 4 inches of the white stuff underfoot as I trekked to the office.
PUMPING IRONY: Get Sweaty, Get Smart
An old colleague of mine, who I like to call The Captain (our Air Force careers briefly overlapped in 1970), dropped…
PUMPING IRONY: My Facebook Marriage
My Lovely Wife and I got married on Facebook this evening. She, sitting comfortably in her favorite chair across the living room…