Pumping Irony
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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: Goalkeeper
Everybody in the fitness biz talks about hitting plateaus in your workout regimen, times when you don’t seem to be…
PUMPING IRONY: Superfood?
Two interesting questions lodged themselves in my pea brain after last night’s workout: 1.) Do certain foods make you stronger?…
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…
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…
PUMPING IRONY: No Time Like the Present
The great thing about Minnesota is that the weather is always pretty reliable. It’ll be mercilessly frigid for three months…
PUMPING IRONY: DOMS and Dumber
True to form, when I finally got to the gym on Friday I completely overdid things — piled on the…
PUMPING IRONY: Failure Is an Option
It was kind of slow going this morning, due to the patches of glare ice hidden beneath a couple of…
PUMPING IRONY: Muscle Bind
I’m learning more about how the muscles in my body work, which is a good thing, since a lot of…
PUMPING IRONY: The Cardio Conundrum
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).
PUMPING IRONY: Backsliding
A nasty cold/flu bug has put me off my game this past week, plus it’s been too cold for my…
PUMPING IRONY: The Fountain of Youth
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).
PUMPING IRONY: It’s All Uphill From Here
With the mercury shooting up toward the teens this morning and a piddly southern breeze at my back, I could…
PUMPING IRONY: The Cardio Kid
It’s a bracing zero degrees this morning as I set off for work, but — mercifully — there’s no wind to speak of, which makes for a splendid amble through the park. I even took a moment to stretch my calves at the foot of the stairs that take me to 46th Street and the Ford Bridge.
PUMPING IRONY: 70-lb. Weakling
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 (that is not me in the photo).
PUMPING IRONY: The Trouble With Treadmills
Of course I didn’t do any stretching to speak of last night at the gym (see previous post). I mean,…