There’s this old Dr. Dre lyric from Forgot About Dre where he says something like, “Cause I’ve been in the lab with a pen and a pad, trying to get this damned label off.” I’ve always liked that lyric. It really resonates. I feel like that a lot. Always tinkering.
Fitness At the gym this morning, I hit my mark really well. I ran a 30 minute 5K, including some sprints at 8MPH and then walking that off at 4MPH. My cruise speed was 6.8 most of the time.
I was reading this blog
(Is it Karen?) and was thrilled to see both a recap of last year’s goals with what results were achieved, as well as new goals for 2005. Man, this is the most invigorating time of the year!
And the snow! Now that there’s a foot down, I’m feeling all pumped about wanting to try some new winter sports. I’ve got an old offer from Annalisa that might still be valid. And if not snowshoeing, maybe cross country skiing. I will definitely run in the snow at the state park some time this weekend. Maybe New Years Eve day, as I forgot to sign up for that 10K and ocean dip.
The American Council on Exercise has come out with their top 10 fitness trends for 2005:
1. Balance training grows in popularity.
I was one of three people at the gym this morning, not counting the nice lady who let us all in. Of course, this made me feel smug, but that doesn’t last past my first exercise, which is a clock-in with pushups. I banged out all 25 with the same power I threw at last week’s 20. Next week, we’ll see if I can keep it going. In fact, I made strength gains in all my measured areas.
The scale this morning was a relief. I stayed dead even from last week (from the last several months). But that’s nice, because given all I’d been eating lately, I was sure I’d post something up. And the other really good plus to this is that I’m definitely putting on more muscle, so staying the same means that I’m chopping fat and replacing it with the good stuff. Yessuh.
The mental aspects of training are always the challenge, to me. Once I figure out what I want to do with my body, the fight resorts to what’s above my ears. I think often about training up.
Up, as in my head. Up above my shoulders. Mental toughness. Mental discipline. Boy,do I lack discipline.
I am a sucker for a good vampire flick.
Yes indeedy. I’m a big fan of the Blade series, and I was quite happy with this latest offering. Critics have been complaining here, there, and everywhere. They have completely missed the point. This is a videogame without a joystick. It is not a “movie.”
Today’s return to the gym was triumphant. I thought there should be trumpets playing. But I was quite happy to accept the stream of Foo Fighters, Marilyn Manson, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The music (and videos) is the reason I drive 15 minutes to this gym instead of 3 minutes to the one near my house. The one near my house has played the same 20 songs every time I’ve been there over the last year. I feel murderous when forced to endure that music. (Mind you, if I remembered my old school iPod, I wouldn’t have to worry a bit).
I decided to commit myself to 4 weeks of measuring my progress in selected areas, and working on improving all of those areas over the 4 weeks. Here’s my goal targets for what I’m going to measure.
One that would have the fruit must climb the tree. — Thomas Fuller
I got that quote off a box of Celestial Seasonings Pomegranate something tea. There’s a big monkey on the box. I like that. Someone gave me the tea because it curdled when they put milk in it. Milk. Pffff.
A long time ago, when online “handles” were more important than one’s own name, I remember wanting to use the name “Entropy.” (I never did, by the way. I had MUCH worse online names). However, the reason I thought it was applicable was that I seem to fall prey to entropy with great ease. I’m like the copper of fitness. I’m a fresh piece of bread left out on the countertop for a week. You get the point.
I hurt my back last Wednesday and then didn’t hit the gym again that week. Well, this is a new week, and it’s six days later, and I missed the gym for the last two days. Now, I could argue that my kid wasn’t sleeping well for the last several days and I’m just making up sleep. But today? I was just mostly lazy. I did some brisk walking to take the place of my 30 minutes planned run at the gym. What’s up with that?
Today, I was Santa for 60+ kids, ages 1-6 (mostly 2-3). It was interesting. First off, the suit was way too big. I had to wear a vest under it, and even then, I had to tuck the extra fabric under me while I was in the seat.
Several percent of the kids screamed/wept/ran in fear. A small percent were willing to sit *near* Santa, or have Mom sit on Santa, and they sat on Mom. A very micro percent were Santa FIENDS, and they kept coming back for more and more.