Friday, July 29, 2011
I’m doing some work for Spirit of America…a Cleveland based non-profit organization working with the boating public on watercraft safety. Their biggest concern and push has always been to get boaters to use life jackets. I’m actually going on the water and charting life jacket use in all watercraft I see. I’ve enlisted my nephew, Nathan, an avid sailor, to pilot my efforts so I can count and fill out forms as I observe. We were scheduled to make our first outing Friday night, sailing around the mouth of the Grand River and inside the break wall at Fairport Harbor Beach. I called him ahead to assure we were on and try to get him to give me and my bike a ride home afterwards. “I’m going to ride over if you’ve got the time to take me home afterwards. I’m figuring it will be dark by the time we’re done sailing,” I said. He agreed readily.
The trip to Fairport takes some careful planning if you are to avoid heavily traveled roads…something I always attempt. I found the best way was to go through Waite Hill on Eagle Road and head through Kirtland Hills before making my way to Mentor via Hart Road. I ended up on Hopkins and was pleased to find a bike path on the shoulder of the road. This was my maiden voyage on a bike only trail…and I loved it. It was nothing more than a large shoulder, separated from the road by nothing more than a white line, but it had to be 3 feet wide offering plenty of room for two bikes. Like all road cyclist, I’ve spent a lot of time riding the shoulders of busy roads and always felt a little vulnerable to the traffic 12 inches from my handle bars. On the path, I could easily put 4 feet between me and the traffic…and I felt safe. Cars tend not to cross the white line of a bike path as they do on the roads, either. The trail took various forms…sometimes separated from the road by tree lawns…as I headed north to Lake Shore Blvd. Once there, I was pleased to find another bike path on the shoulder which went east to Rt. 44 before ending. In all, I think I went 10 miles on trails and I know there are many more in Mentor…congratulations to that community for promoting safe biking.
I arrived in the Marina after almost two hours of riding soaked to the bone. I knew the heat wouldn’t be an issue for long since I was headed out on Lake Erie whose temperatures had reached a near record 80 degrees and I would be swimming. We sailed out into the harbor and I dove in for a cleansing swim before beginning my life jacket usage charting.
For the next two hours, I diligently recorded 17 vessels from as they passed…sailboats, speed boats, cabin cruisers, skiffs, and jet skis. Jet ski operators are mandated to wear life jackets, but for all other boaters, wearing a life jacket is not mandatory…and no one was wearing. The national average is under 10% so this was no big surprise. Though I don’t have the exact statistic, I believe percentage of people drowning and not wearing a life jacket is above 90…hence the push to have everyone boating wearing one. The only way this will ever come to pass is if they are mandated…and I don’t see that happening. I think most boaters feel comfortable that they will stay in the boat and that if something comes up, they can quickly don life jackets…which have to be on board.
On a positive note…I was able to pull myself up onto the boat after my swim…something I could not have done before losing the weight and increasing strength from the Survival Workout. It’s great to get those little affirmations about your program to keep you focused.
Bike workout: One hour and 45 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 130 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 1,500.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
A night off to paint...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I’d heard from Holly that Heidi needed to put a coat of paint on her walls at her Kent apartment before moving. She’d had me paint it when she’d moved in and chosen some darker colors that could not be covered in one coat…which meant the apartment complex would charge her $50 a wall to paint unless she put something lighter on it before she left. Now…Heidi hadn’t asked me to do it. I think she felt I’d done too much already and wanted to do it herself. I appreciated the sentiment, but she’d never painted in her life (yeah…she’s an artist) and I used to do it to make a living. When she did call to ask me for help, I gladly agreed but quickly figured it would become the work out for the day. And it was. I started at 6:30 p.m. and quickly prepped the two rooms. She began to roll for me…but we needed to get it done before October…so I took over. We were done around 10 p.m….needed two coats to cover…and by the time I drove her to Akron and she made me a smoothie which I chugged, it was 11 and I still had to drive to Highland Heights.
So…forced day off but at least I ate well…which is to say I didn’t have time for meals all day and stuck to the apples and banana I’d brought and the Cliff Bar I swiped from Jason’s place when I was picking up an extra roller. Tomorrow should be a lot better as I’m planning a long ride and then some time on Lake Erie monitoring boaters and life jacket wear. I’ll probably fit a swim in there somewhere…
I’d heard from Holly that Heidi needed to put a coat of paint on her walls at her Kent apartment before moving. She’d had me paint it when she’d moved in and chosen some darker colors that could not be covered in one coat…which meant the apartment complex would charge her $50 a wall to paint unless she put something lighter on it before she left. Now…Heidi hadn’t asked me to do it. I think she felt I’d done too much already and wanted to do it herself. I appreciated the sentiment, but she’d never painted in her life (yeah…she’s an artist) and I used to do it to make a living. When she did call to ask me for help, I gladly agreed but quickly figured it would become the work out for the day. And it was. I started at 6:30 p.m. and quickly prepped the two rooms. She began to roll for me…but we needed to get it done before October…so I took over. We were done around 10 p.m….needed two coats to cover…and by the time I drove her to Akron and she made me a smoothie which I chugged, it was 11 and I still had to drive to Highland Heights.
So…forced day off but at least I ate well…which is to say I didn’t have time for meals all day and stuck to the apples and banana I’d brought and the Cliff Bar I swiped from Jason’s place when I was picking up an extra roller. Tomorrow should be a lot better as I’m planning a long ride and then some time on Lake Erie monitoring boaters and life jacket wear. I’ll probably fit a swim in there somewhere…
Not a peak performance...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I’d hoped to pull a double after the inspirational speech I’d given to my team members at lunch that day…but after arriving home from the Survival Workout, I noticed the yard was getting out of control and that Holly had specifically requested I go to war with the weeds. So…instead of the bike, I grabbed the edger and began what turned out to be two hours of lawn work. As for the weeds…it was a minor skirmish…which I think I won. The larger battles are coming…
I’m a team leader for a Wellness Initiative at my place of employment. I have 9 members on my team and I’m the designated work force expert on health and fitness…so I want to be a good example. I told them all about my blog site and how I do work outs in the woods that they could join. After describing the work out, I noticed no one was writing down the blog site or taking my phone number. I guess it sounds a little nutty…but maybe it’s the forest and the trees thing for me.
Anyway…I was a little ragged during the workout and not hitting my pre-determined quotas as I exercised. I started out feeling strong…in my head…but it didn’t transfer to my muscles. Still…I pushed every set and got the most I could out of myself. I’ve been very consistent over the last four weeks and it may be time for a short break from the workout…that our change it up some more. I’m still reluctant to put back in all the jumping and running moves, fearing I’ll trigger the meniscus tear too close to the Adirondacks. It could just be a flat day…I’ll find out on Saturday morning when I meet my nutritionist, Bob, and put him through the workout again.
I had my first Rainbow Trout in a long time, though it was kind of plain. I suppose that had something to do with my preparation…I pretty much threw it on a baking sheet and stuck it in the toaster oven for 25 minutes and then ate it. Seasoning, reading recipes, and trying to make things taste good is a little more trouble than I’m willing to go through…so…plain food. It was filling though and goes well with a smoothie.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
I’d hoped to pull a double after the inspirational speech I’d given to my team members at lunch that day…but after arriving home from the Survival Workout, I noticed the yard was getting out of control and that Holly had specifically requested I go to war with the weeds. So…instead of the bike, I grabbed the edger and began what turned out to be two hours of lawn work. As for the weeds…it was a minor skirmish…which I think I won. The larger battles are coming…
I’m a team leader for a Wellness Initiative at my place of employment. I have 9 members on my team and I’m the designated work force expert on health and fitness…so I want to be a good example. I told them all about my blog site and how I do work outs in the woods that they could join. After describing the work out, I noticed no one was writing down the blog site or taking my phone number. I guess it sounds a little nutty…but maybe it’s the forest and the trees thing for me.
Anyway…I was a little ragged during the workout and not hitting my pre-determined quotas as I exercised. I started out feeling strong…in my head…but it didn’t transfer to my muscles. Still…I pushed every set and got the most I could out of myself. I’ve been very consistent over the last four weeks and it may be time for a short break from the workout…that our change it up some more. I’m still reluctant to put back in all the jumping and running moves, fearing I’ll trigger the meniscus tear too close to the Adirondacks. It could just be a flat day…I’ll find out on Saturday morning when I meet my nutritionist, Bob, and put him through the workout again.
I had my first Rainbow Trout in a long time, though it was kind of plain. I suppose that had something to do with my preparation…I pretty much threw it on a baking sheet and stuck it in the toaster oven for 25 minutes and then ate it. Seasoning, reading recipes, and trying to make things taste good is a little more trouble than I’m willing to go through…so…plain food. It was filling though and goes well with a smoothie.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Back on the bike...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I came home yesterday with every intention of doing something…what, I didn’t yet know…but something. I was thinking I should finally get my procrastinating butt on my bicycle and ride it up to Performance Bike’s and see if they had the part I needed to get my derailleur working so I could access all of my bike’s gears. I don’t now why I put these things off…maybe genetics…maybe just a gift…but I do and my training is suffering. I was preparing to ride up when I started to get a sharp and severe pain in my right ear. It had been happening off and on throughout the day, but now it was more persistent. I elected to take some Advil and lay down for a few minutes. The few minutes turned out to be an hour and suddenly I found that I was almost out of time to get to Performance. I quickly changed into my riding gear and rode the bike…it’s still rideable…to the store. I arrived there at just before seven…which, it turns out, is not when they close as I had thought. I walked the bike in the store and to the service counter and showed the problem to the tech.
“Nope…can’t help you. We don’t have those kinds of shifters anymore. You’ll have to go to a mom and pop store where they have older bikes,” he said. He made me feel like I’d brought him something from when the world was still black and white. “Seriously…you don’t work on any bikes like this? Its not THAT old,” I said. Of course he was thinking I was old…and so my bike was old…and neither of us realized it yet. Well…maybe my bike did. I asked him for a tool from his bench and went to work on it right there. In two minutes I had it fixed and ready to ride. He was kind of sheepish for not seeing the solution…of course I’d had it sitting in my garage for two weeks and hadn’t tried to fix it. Anyway, I asked him to pump up my tires since I was too old to read the pressure gauge on the pump…and I was off.
It was getting late and I knew Holly had chicken in the oven. I had told her I was going to the bike store…10 minutes away…and not that I was going to ride afterwards if they’d gotten it fixed. Okay…easily the sin of omission, but I continue to operate on the principle that it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. At least I called and left a voicemail that I was going for a ‘short’ ride.
Since I was already at Golden Gate, I took the back roads to Old Mill Road and headed down at speeds approaching 50 mph. Not quite as fast as Wilson Mills…but not bad. I reached the bottom in Gates Mills to find the bridge across the Chagrin River closed…to cars…so I passed through the barricade to the other side and then up Old Mill Road to County Line. For not having ridden in a week, the climb seemed rather easy. I’m discovering again why the best climbers in bike racing are the little guys. Now that I’ve lost over 20 pounds, I kind of like climbing again. In my old triathloning days, I was always a good climber…helped by the fact that my body fat was 7 percent, no doubt.
I made it home in about 90 minutes to find Holly still working in the yard. She hadn’t missed me and the chicken was still baking. I’d covered again. I had a couple of thighs without the skins, some raw broccoli and a smoothie. A good Paleo dinner…a good ride…and I hadn’t gotten busted for riding too long…so…a pretty good night.
Bike workout: 80 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 130 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 1,200.
I came home yesterday with every intention of doing something…what, I didn’t yet know…but something. I was thinking I should finally get my procrastinating butt on my bicycle and ride it up to Performance Bike’s and see if they had the part I needed to get my derailleur working so I could access all of my bike’s gears. I don’t now why I put these things off…maybe genetics…maybe just a gift…but I do and my training is suffering. I was preparing to ride up when I started to get a sharp and severe pain in my right ear. It had been happening off and on throughout the day, but now it was more persistent. I elected to take some Advil and lay down for a few minutes. The few minutes turned out to be an hour and suddenly I found that I was almost out of time to get to Performance. I quickly changed into my riding gear and rode the bike…it’s still rideable…to the store. I arrived there at just before seven…which, it turns out, is not when they close as I had thought. I walked the bike in the store and to the service counter and showed the problem to the tech.
“Nope…can’t help you. We don’t have those kinds of shifters anymore. You’ll have to go to a mom and pop store where they have older bikes,” he said. He made me feel like I’d brought him something from when the world was still black and white. “Seriously…you don’t work on any bikes like this? Its not THAT old,” I said. Of course he was thinking I was old…and so my bike was old…and neither of us realized it yet. Well…maybe my bike did. I asked him for a tool from his bench and went to work on it right there. In two minutes I had it fixed and ready to ride. He was kind of sheepish for not seeing the solution…of course I’d had it sitting in my garage for two weeks and hadn’t tried to fix it. Anyway, I asked him to pump up my tires since I was too old to read the pressure gauge on the pump…and I was off.
It was getting late and I knew Holly had chicken in the oven. I had told her I was going to the bike store…10 minutes away…and not that I was going to ride afterwards if they’d gotten it fixed. Okay…easily the sin of omission, but I continue to operate on the principle that it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. At least I called and left a voicemail that I was going for a ‘short’ ride.
Since I was already at Golden Gate, I took the back roads to Old Mill Road and headed down at speeds approaching 50 mph. Not quite as fast as Wilson Mills…but not bad. I reached the bottom in Gates Mills to find the bridge across the Chagrin River closed…to cars…so I passed through the barricade to the other side and then up Old Mill Road to County Line. For not having ridden in a week, the climb seemed rather easy. I’m discovering again why the best climbers in bike racing are the little guys. Now that I’ve lost over 20 pounds, I kind of like climbing again. In my old triathloning days, I was always a good climber…helped by the fact that my body fat was 7 percent, no doubt.
I made it home in about 90 minutes to find Holly still working in the yard. She hadn’t missed me and the chicken was still baking. I’d covered again. I had a couple of thighs without the skins, some raw broccoli and a smoothie. A good Paleo dinner…a good ride…and I hadn’t gotten busted for riding too long…so…a pretty good night.
Bike workout: 80 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 130 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 1,200.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The Paleo Diet is a slippery slope...
Monday, July 25, 2011
Jimmy was supposed to join me for a Survival Workout after blowing me off Saturday, but since he hadn’t answered his phone or a text I’d left him, I suspected it was happening again. I had to face that fact that Jimmy was afraid of the workout. He’d done it with me two summer’s ago and had blasted through the first few routines…and gassed himself. I’d had to sling him over my shoulder that day and carry him back to the car…which was alright by me since it was a good leg workout. I don’t care what kind of program you’re following or how good your conditioning is, when you do something as drastically different as the Survival Workout the first time, you need to pace yourself. I’d warned him to slow down that day…but you can’t tell Jimmy much. He’s like me…only younger.
Since I still didn’t have the bike up and running, I decided I needed a little extra from the workout and added a couple of extra hill climbs. My knee is actually feeling pretty good and I’m considering running again soon…just not yet. The climbing is always good since September and the Adirondacks are approaching rapidly. I’m hoping to fit in a couple of peaks with the girls and then John and I are planning on tackling another four. I want to go in lean and with a healthy knee.
I heard from Kim over the weekend. She had made it to Salida, Colorado and was only a couple of days from Crested Butte…home of the research institute she’d worked last summer and her primary destination for the bike ride. She’s now covered 2,100 miles in 29 days of riding…an excellent daily average when the weather conditions and the weight of a fully packed bike are taken into consideration. “We’re going over a pass tomorrow that’s 11,600 feet high. The good new is…there’s a forty mile descent on the other side,” she said. Her riding partner was suffering from some altitude sickness…not too surprising since they’re already at 7,000 feet and have had little time to acclimatize…something that takes some people over a week to do. Kim spent last summer running 40 miles a week over 10,000 feet…she knows something about it.
I must confess to some back sliding on the diet lately. I had a little bowl of ice cream last night and had eaten Jack’s ice cream cake the previous night. I also had some bread when I made a tomato sandwich. The Paleo diet takes planning to keep the right foods in the house. Regular trips to the grocery store for fresh produce are essential…and sometimes I’m just plain too lazy. I’ll remedy that tomorrow. I’ve come too far to allow and weight back on.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
Jimmy was supposed to join me for a Survival Workout after blowing me off Saturday, but since he hadn’t answered his phone or a text I’d left him, I suspected it was happening again. I had to face that fact that Jimmy was afraid of the workout. He’d done it with me two summer’s ago and had blasted through the first few routines…and gassed himself. I’d had to sling him over my shoulder that day and carry him back to the car…which was alright by me since it was a good leg workout. I don’t care what kind of program you’re following or how good your conditioning is, when you do something as drastically different as the Survival Workout the first time, you need to pace yourself. I’d warned him to slow down that day…but you can’t tell Jimmy much. He’s like me…only younger.
Since I still didn’t have the bike up and running, I decided I needed a little extra from the workout and added a couple of extra hill climbs. My knee is actually feeling pretty good and I’m considering running again soon…just not yet. The climbing is always good since September and the Adirondacks are approaching rapidly. I’m hoping to fit in a couple of peaks with the girls and then John and I are planning on tackling another four. I want to go in lean and with a healthy knee.
I heard from Kim over the weekend. She had made it to Salida, Colorado and was only a couple of days from Crested Butte…home of the research institute she’d worked last summer and her primary destination for the bike ride. She’s now covered 2,100 miles in 29 days of riding…an excellent daily average when the weather conditions and the weight of a fully packed bike are taken into consideration. “We’re going over a pass tomorrow that’s 11,600 feet high. The good new is…there’s a forty mile descent on the other side,” she said. Her riding partner was suffering from some altitude sickness…not too surprising since they’re already at 7,000 feet and have had little time to acclimatize…something that takes some people over a week to do. Kim spent last summer running 40 miles a week over 10,000 feet…she knows something about it.
I must confess to some back sliding on the diet lately. I had a little bowl of ice cream last night and had eaten Jack’s ice cream cake the previous night. I also had some bread when I made a tomato sandwich. The Paleo diet takes planning to keep the right foods in the house. Regular trips to the grocery store for fresh produce are essential…and sometimes I’m just plain too lazy. I’ll remedy that tomorrow. I’ve come too far to allow and weight back on.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
Monday, July 25, 2011
Moving, running, sweating...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I had a bad feeling about moving Heidi. She lives on the third floor of an apartment in Kent and is moving to the third floor of an apartment in Akron. She was supposed to have gotten some young, strong studs to make the multiple trips up and down the stairs with couches, dressers and tables, but now it looked as if it would be me and Jason. I guess I should just consider it another workout opportunity, but I had run in the morning and my knee was bothersome to the point that I didn’t want to carry heavy things up and down three flights of stairs.
Help arrived in time and so I ended up making only 30 trips or so. It may as well have been raining inside…I was that wet. I kept leaving water slicks on the doors as I backed into them while carrying furniture. I had to be careful that I maintained good balance since the natural tendency was to slide once my wet butt hit the glass door. Pretty gross.
The morning run had gone well. I’d known it was going to be another hectic day and that I’d never have time for a ride…even if I could get the bike fixed. Running was the only option and I was a little reluctant because I wanted to be able to help with the move later in the day. I took to my favorite hiking trail and was joined immediately by a swarm of hungry deer flies…I hate those bastards. I was sweating so heavily that I think they were finding it difficult to get a solid enough perch to bite me…had that going for me at least. I saw some horses behind me on the trail, moving at a cantor…which gave me the additional inspiration to run harder since I didn’t want to be overtaken. They never caught up. I did stop to tie my shoe at one point and must have had 30 mosquitoes light on me in the time it took to complete the task. These guys are really, really hungry.
My knee hurt a little for the entire run…but it hurt a little when I started and never seemed to get any worse…so I kept going. I finished the run with shoes thoroughly soaked and even after cooling down for ten minutes…continued to sweat profusely as I climbed back into the car. I needed all four towels to protect my seats from my sweat.
So…it was another hot, humid, sweaty day. Heidi is moved and if she stays there for ten years, that would be alright with me. I keep dropping 10 pounds and drinking it back in. I’m getting sick of water…except the stuff in the Wilson’s pool…but I need it if I’m to keep the training going during this heat wave.
Run workout: 32 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 140 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 500.
I’d be okay with a day or two in the 80’s though.
I had a bad feeling about moving Heidi. She lives on the third floor of an apartment in Kent and is moving to the third floor of an apartment in Akron. She was supposed to have gotten some young, strong studs to make the multiple trips up and down the stairs with couches, dressers and tables, but now it looked as if it would be me and Jason. I guess I should just consider it another workout opportunity, but I had run in the morning and my knee was bothersome to the point that I didn’t want to carry heavy things up and down three flights of stairs.
Help arrived in time and so I ended up making only 30 trips or so. It may as well have been raining inside…I was that wet. I kept leaving water slicks on the doors as I backed into them while carrying furniture. I had to be careful that I maintained good balance since the natural tendency was to slide once my wet butt hit the glass door. Pretty gross.
The morning run had gone well. I’d known it was going to be another hectic day and that I’d never have time for a ride…even if I could get the bike fixed. Running was the only option and I was a little reluctant because I wanted to be able to help with the move later in the day. I took to my favorite hiking trail and was joined immediately by a swarm of hungry deer flies…I hate those bastards. I was sweating so heavily that I think they were finding it difficult to get a solid enough perch to bite me…had that going for me at least. I saw some horses behind me on the trail, moving at a cantor…which gave me the additional inspiration to run harder since I didn’t want to be overtaken. They never caught up. I did stop to tie my shoe at one point and must have had 30 mosquitoes light on me in the time it took to complete the task. These guys are really, really hungry.
My knee hurt a little for the entire run…but it hurt a little when I started and never seemed to get any worse…so I kept going. I finished the run with shoes thoroughly soaked and even after cooling down for ten minutes…continued to sweat profusely as I climbed back into the car. I needed all four towels to protect my seats from my sweat.
So…it was another hot, humid, sweaty day. Heidi is moved and if she stays there for ten years, that would be alright with me. I keep dropping 10 pounds and drinking it back in. I’m getting sick of water…except the stuff in the Wilson’s pool…but I need it if I’m to keep the training going during this heat wave.
Run workout: 32 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 140 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 500.
I’d be okay with a day or two in the 80’s though.
"I've got a pool. I've got a pond. Pond is good for you..."
Saturday, July 23, 2011
"I've got a pool. I've got a pond. Pond's good for you..." Chevy Chase to Bill Murray in the movie 'Caddy Shack' when Bill asks about swimming at Chevy's place.
Mimi had told me she finally had enough of a list to keep me busy for a while, but was concerned about the heat and working outdoors. “I don’t think its ever again going below 90, so I’ll just start early…and sweat a lot,” I said. So I arrived at her place at 8 a.m. and after a cup of coffee…the only civilized way to begin a work day…I began digging out weeds, cutting new edges around the property, pruning trees, dumping wheelbarrows, and climbing on the roof to unblock the gutters. I like to keep moving once I start and for the next four hours, managed to drop about 10 pounds of sweat and cover myself in five pounds of muddy dirt. Mimi went out to get some lunch, but there was no way I could go inside the way I was looking. I’d planned ahead though – packing an extra set of clothes, knowing I had inside work to do before the day was over. I told her I was going to hose off, which she probably found a little weird. “You could use the shower, you know,” she said, but I knew that the hose was good for me.
Jimmy was supposed to join me for a Survival Workout in the early evening and called around 4 p.m. “So…when we working out?” It was still hot as hell and I really wanted to wait a couple of more hours, but he’d gone a scheduled some social thing. We agreed he was a wimp and that I’d take him through the paces on Monday evening instead. “I want to take you to Slyman’s for lunch before I go back to school,” he said. Now…that’s an offer that’s hard to refuse. “I’ll go with you if you promise not to embarrass me by putting catsup on your corned beef sandwich this time,” I replied…though if he was buying a Slyman’s sandwich, I’d probably let him squirt catsup all over his head without taking much notice.
I went to the park and did the workout as planned. I was still a little fatigued from working in the yard for half a day, but it didn’t seem to hinder my ability to move heavy stuff…as I began by doing 54 push-ups. Dakota had joined me for the workout, but the heat slowed her considerably and she spent some extra time in Clear Creek drinking and cooling herself. I thought about joining her, but I had the Wilson’s pool when I got home and that kept me moving.
I was drained by the end of the workout and easily downed a 32-ounce bottle of water on the ride home. I suppose I’d shed 10 pounds of water through the day and would have to make a concerted effort to replace it all before heading back out into the heat tomorrow. I’m really getting sick of this humidity and heat.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
"I've got a pool. I've got a pond. Pond's good for you..." Chevy Chase to Bill Murray in the movie 'Caddy Shack' when Bill asks about swimming at Chevy's place.
Mimi had told me she finally had enough of a list to keep me busy for a while, but was concerned about the heat and working outdoors. “I don’t think its ever again going below 90, so I’ll just start early…and sweat a lot,” I said. So I arrived at her place at 8 a.m. and after a cup of coffee…the only civilized way to begin a work day…I began digging out weeds, cutting new edges around the property, pruning trees, dumping wheelbarrows, and climbing on the roof to unblock the gutters. I like to keep moving once I start and for the next four hours, managed to drop about 10 pounds of sweat and cover myself in five pounds of muddy dirt. Mimi went out to get some lunch, but there was no way I could go inside the way I was looking. I’d planned ahead though – packing an extra set of clothes, knowing I had inside work to do before the day was over. I told her I was going to hose off, which she probably found a little weird. “You could use the shower, you know,” she said, but I knew that the hose was good for me.
Jimmy was supposed to join me for a Survival Workout in the early evening and called around 4 p.m. “So…when we working out?” It was still hot as hell and I really wanted to wait a couple of more hours, but he’d gone a scheduled some social thing. We agreed he was a wimp and that I’d take him through the paces on Monday evening instead. “I want to take you to Slyman’s for lunch before I go back to school,” he said. Now…that’s an offer that’s hard to refuse. “I’ll go with you if you promise not to embarrass me by putting catsup on your corned beef sandwich this time,” I replied…though if he was buying a Slyman’s sandwich, I’d probably let him squirt catsup all over his head without taking much notice.
I went to the park and did the workout as planned. I was still a little fatigued from working in the yard for half a day, but it didn’t seem to hinder my ability to move heavy stuff…as I began by doing 54 push-ups. Dakota had joined me for the workout, but the heat slowed her considerably and she spent some extra time in Clear Creek drinking and cooling herself. I thought about joining her, but I had the Wilson’s pool when I got home and that kept me moving.
I was drained by the end of the workout and easily downed a 32-ounce bottle of water on the ride home. I suppose I’d shed 10 pounds of water through the day and would have to make a concerted effort to replace it all before heading back out into the heat tomorrow. I’m really getting sick of this humidity and heat.
Survival Workout duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 100 to 150 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 600
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