Blog de Puree

I’ve rested on my laurels this winter and it shows. I’ve got a slight pooch in my belly and there’s this new double chin on my face. My family says the belly-fat is my layer of love—from being happily married, which I certainly can’t deny, especially with Randye’s cooking. And the double chin is apparently genetic.

Well, I love all my relations, married and blood…but not on my watch! I can’t and I won’t accept not being able to button my pants or the top-most button of my shirts. As my drill sergeant during basic training often said, “That’s the wrong answer!”

Now I have been getting to the gym this winter. Life hasn’t been all Doritos, desserts and laying around watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs. Just not enough. And not with any regularity. With the rowing season soon to start in about one to two months, depending on the weather and the river levels, it’s time to get off my arse.

This week, I’ve combined weight workouts with erg training. Three days of my prescribed weight training using tips and workouts from the Men’s Health “Book of Muscle” and three days of erg training, shifting from the usual long distance pieces to sprint-race training with shorter pieces at higher stroke ratings.

Now if I can just motivate myself to get up early enough every morning, or learn to say “enough is enough” and leave work on time, I should have plenty of time to train. But, damn, that 06:00 alarm comes awfully early. And it’s only going to get worse once the rowing season is in swing.