Posts Tagged ‘gym’

A Time Saving Tip

September 27, 2007

If you ever happen to be working out at the gym and see a machine called a “triceps extender” and decide you want to use it, get rid of the middle man and just cut your arms off at the shoulder.

-J

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NYC – 1, J – 0

August 8, 2007

Well my luck finally ran out this morning.  Thus far a power outage in the Bronx: Shuts down several train lines – but not mine; a steam pipe blows up in midtown: Got off the train at my stop right after it happened; It rained: flooded most of the subway lines – including mine.

It’s a good news/bad news situation and overall it could have been a heck of a lot worse.  I decided (since it was raining) to get up and go workout since there would most likely be less people.  This means I take the same train I always take, but I get off halfway to work, go to the gym, and then return to the subway and then on to work.  Once I got above ground at Lexington Ave, it had stopped raining.  This was good news for me, since I had a return trip in the near future.  During my workout, I saw on TV several train lines, buses and shuttles had been halted or seriously delayed due to flooding – again, not the one I take.

After a good run and a mediocre workout, I got showered and presentable and then headed back to the train just in time to see people pouring out of the entrance all looking very disgusted with life in general.  Yep.  No trains at that station.  At this point lines for buses were thrice as long as usual, the odds of me catching a cab were about as good as a Republican getting the presidency next year and I wasn’t sure what other stations were still open.  So I just walked to the office from the gym.  10 blocks south and 7 avenues over.  About a 30 minute walk for all you non-city folk.  The way I see it though – A) I could have not gone to the gym and been stuck in Queens and B) it could have still been raining during that walk.

You know, I hate to agree with mass media and popular opinion, but this is getting a little ridiculous.  A steam pipes blows up, and yes it’s unfortunate, but I don’t think it a symbol of the decline of America.  However.  If it rains real hard one night (one, mind you) and the whole subway system floods to the point it is not functional then something is clearly wrong.  This is the best city in the world.  We can bounce back from terrorist attacks and blackouts but we can’t handle RAIN.  Sheesh.  And if Bloomberg insists on forcing everyone into the subway with his little congestion pricing plan, then he dang well better make sure it bloody WORKS first.

OK, I feel better now that I’ve got all that off my chest.  Y’all have a good one.

– J

Personal Note: I think that is the first time in my life I have ever used the word “thrice” in a written sentence.

Eye of the Housecat

May 17, 2007

Because I’m not a tiger just yet.

Dear Blogosphere,

As of this morning I weigh 147lbs as naked as God sent me.  I ran 1.75 miles in 20 minutes and I don’t even want to get into details about weight lifting.

To the more stately in stature,  this may sound laughable.  Others may suggest I shut up and quit complaining for weighing in as a featherweight boxer because they wish they could be so lucky.  A ten minute mile might be a dream come true for some, and the worst timed run of the week for other more capable runners.

Well this is me.  This is where I’m starting and this is what I have to work with.  I have learned a few things in the last week or two after beginning a regular work out routine.  I’m starting to see the number one key to any success with this will be the removal of pride.   If I’m going to spend the time and money every month to work out, I need to get the full benefit of it.  If that means swallowing a mouthful of humble pie every time I pick up a 15lb dumbbell to do arm curls instead of a more respectable 30, then so be it.  There’s no point in holding up appearances because nobody should go to the gym to be impressed by anyone but themselves.  My problem is I had hoped I was in better shape than I really am.  No worries.  At this stage in the game, that just provides me a constant goal to work toward.  And as long as I’m never satisfied with my progress (and I am never satisfied with myself), then that only leaves room for improvement.

Maybe this is God’s little way of telling me it’s okay to have limitations.  Every day of my life since Jr. High school I have fought with knee problems.   Most of my friends know this, but for those that don’t – I’ve had two patella (kneecap) realignments. One on each knee.  A pretty intense reconstructive surgery.  It’s not as easy to explain as a torn ACL, but basically  my muscles grew awkwardly and in time pulled my kneecaps out of alignment and began to wear down cartilage.  In the back of my mind I know I’m staring down the barrel of knee replacement in 30 years, but I’ll hobble that bridge when I get there.  I’m not in constant pain or anything, but it does give me problems now and again.  Very key point to figuring out J – I HATE being unable to do something.  Be it the inability to figure out a complex problem at work or the inability to perform with the rest of my cardio class because they can hop on their floor steps on one leg with little effort and I have to stand there like a dunce.  I guess limitations will always either stop you or push you forward and the choice is up to you.

So there it is.  Occasionally I’ll chime in here with progress or struggles regarding this new hobby.  I’m looking forward to some much needed self improvement, both mentally and physically.

Y’all be good,

J