I like to set fitness goals for myself. In the first quarter, my goal was to run a half marathon which I did on March 31st.
Now it’s time for a new goal and in the second quarter, I’m focusing on strength training. I’ll see how much I can increase my push-up and pull-up maximum repetitions before the end of the quarter. I’m also keeping track of body composition. This is part of an overall mission to get in better shape.
Time To Step It Up
I have a lot going on at the moment. I’m trying to wrap up a million things before the girls get out of school (next week!) including:
Landscaping the front yard: After 5 years of trying to grow grass in the high desert that Colorado is, I’ve thrown in the mower. Hello rocks and xeriscaping! Suck it grass!
Code: My business partner and I are putting finishing touches on our app. This will look like nonsense to you unless you are familiar with the ways of Rails:
Lori Wall Bed: I’ve been working on building a murphy style bed that folds into the wall. It’s currently in a 1,000,000,000 pieces (plus or minus 999,999,900):
Another blog?: I’ve been working on buying an existing blog. I’m only a partial sell out on this blog (Hey look, ads!). I’d like to fully sell out, but can’t bring myself to do it here. However, another blog that isn’t so personal would give me the chance to go nuts with some monetization ideas. It would also allow me to write some material that doesn’t quite fit here. Nothing to report on this yet.
Just like when I was working, exercise is the first thing to suffer when I run out of time. Sometimes, I only end up doing half of one routine. Other times, I put it off until the next day. Not good. From here on out, I’m going to exercise first thing in the morning. No more lollygagging*.
Strength Training Update
Now for the embarrassing pictures. Brace yourselves.
Progress is slow, but I’m filling out a little here. My gut continues its downward trend too which is good.
I’m still a stringy dude, but I can see progress here too:
For some reason, I have a cowboy hat on in the photo on the right. It’s been warm here in Colorado and I must have been delirious from the heat. I am no cowboy. I do not enjoy horses, rodeos or country and western music (I can’t stress the last one strongly enough. I’d rather listen to cats in heat. Or cats fighting. Or cats in heat fighting.).
Walking Dude (And Avoiding Roly Poly Genocide)
I’m been so active lately, it’s not unusual for me to walk 30,000 steps in a day without trying. Sitting down is painful and rare.
In the first 137 days of 2018, I’ve walked 2,264,153 steps (1,068 miles!). This comes out to 16,526.66 steps per day (the .66 happens when I trip and fall on my ass) which puts me on pace to walk 6,032,232 steps this year. My goal is 6,000,000, so I’m ahead here.
Because I’m so active over summer, I expect that I’ll finish the year with close to 7,000,000 steps logged.
And when I’ve been walking around town lately, I’ve noticed that there are roly polys everywhere. These are the little crustaceans that turn into a ball when you touch them:
I try to avoid stepping on them. They’re probably just looking for food, love or booze. Maybe, they’re on the way to the movies. Or maybe they’re on some secret roly poly mission.
The roly polies are probably innocent, so why should I squash them? In any case, other humans must think there’s something wrong with me as I walk down the sidewalk jumping around like a madman to avoid committing roly poly genocide.
My strength training experiment has not been a failure, but the progress is really slow. I struggle with not eating crap. I struggle with finding the time. Sometimes, I struggle with mustering up the energy.
I’m halfway through this experiment and it’s time to get serious. No more farting around!
Tune in for another titillating update in two short weeks!
*Lollygagging! What a fun word! Who came up with it? Probably the same person who invented flabbergasted and cattywampus.
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