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 also been derelict in my fitness regimen and simply didn't want to pen one more pathetic post about how hard…
PUMPING IRONY: DOMS and Dumber
True to form, when I finally got to the gym on Friday I completely overdid things — piled on the poundage and lifted to failure, just as I had promised myself. By Monday, my upper body — especially my arms…
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The Value of Balance
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 them are still sore today from my Wednesday workout. The most surprising news? It's the period between workouts when your…
PUMPING IRONY: The Cardio Conundrum
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 normal walking commute, so I'm beginning to feel a little out of sorts, fitness-wise. It's fascinating to see how easily…
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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, I did sort of stretch my calves and hamstrings before I revved up the treadmill, but you're supposed to do…
PUMPING IRONY: Creaky Knees
In the fall of 1998, I blew out my right knee playing basketball. I remember the occasion because it happened around the same time that Minnesota Vikings quarterback Randall Cunningham sustained a similar injury. Cunningham was back in the lineup…
PUMPING IRONY: The Little Engine That Could
That nasty northwest wind I mentioned yesterday was out in force this morning, knifing through my corduroys like a hundred icy daggers. Of course, like a good Minnesotan, I just put my head down and pushed on through. Not a…