Since July 19, I have gotten in 15.5 hours of workout. According to the various machines I suffered on, I have burned just better than 22,000 calories in these workouts.
My immediate goal is to get on the plane for Israel and have my body say, "Oh, man, thanks for sitting down."
My intermediate goal is to be in some decent shape when Abry gets here in early September. My kids (all of them, not just her parents) have decided to call her Abry-Jo, thus including her middle name.
My semi-long term goal is to be very ready, cardio ready, when the season starts. Heart readiness is the first thing to go, for me, and the hardest thing to get back. I did two hours on the treadmill today, corrected some errors in my workout, varied the speed and incline better and very nearly expired.
Long term, I want some adventure(s). Adventure requires some discomfort. I don't want to die on the sofa. I don't keep a recliner at my Brock house.
Opinions expressed here are mine alone.
"I don't keep a recliner at my Brock house."
Voice from future self: "Your time will come."
:)
Posted by: Holyagnostic | July 28, 2011 at 10:05 AM
Surely. Only 57.
Posted by: aintsobad | July 28, 2011 at 10:20 AM