You're limping... Yes, and I am OLD...

Yesterday a corrections officer noticed my limp and commented on it. I figure I am lucky, still not having had that first heart attack or stroke - or mine are so minor I wouldn't notice. I was 209.5 pounds in weight, blood pressure 157/89 and a heart rate of 40 bpm. I knocked out my fifty reps of the basic three, did some chin up moves on the bar - couldn't call them chin ups, cause they didn't get that high - but I was hanging and struggling. I went jogging 393 calories burned 45% of the fat, average heart rate was 118, in Zone for 37 minutes and 20 seconds, exercising for 39 minutes and 45 seconds. I went to the Credit Union and then walked to the dock, and to work. I was caught limping, and I like to think I limp because of my motorcycle accident last August (NOT!), the medicines my doctor gives me cause my muscles and bones to fall apart, or that I am old and I am falling apart with or without medication.

Today my wife has had problems sleeping, but I didn't, and I knock out my fifty reps after breakfast gruel, then go and do a real chin up and several well intentioned struggles and hangs for more pressure on those good looking upper body muscles. I do notice that the whole core gets to flex and tense along with the working muscles while hanging. I dress for a jog outside, start and then think it is too cold, windy and my right foot is still foolish from the bicycle riding on Saturday - need to do it more. I return home and get on the treadmill and it doesn't feel any better than the road except for the lack of wind. I stop 42 calories, 50% of them fat, average heart rate 99 bpm, in Zone 3 minutes, 8 seconds, exercised (????) 9 minutes and 15 seconds - will have to work on that later today.

So I forgot to give you my weight 208.0 pounds, blood pressure 132/78 and heart rate of 43 bpm. I took the time not spent on exercise and printed out a long letter of my blogs for the week for my mother and my aunt - adding the extra parade pictures and such - the links don't work with print on paper and some of the writing depends on those links but they will ask if they need to. Off to work and walk to the dock, dropping the mail at the post office. Slow train blocking the track but no problem in the long run. Work well all day come home and go to sleep early after dinner - seems my wife had an opportunity to back her car into a truck = damage to her car slight, she says she really hurt the truck, so that is on her mind and she isn't happy. I laugh at her, because she moved the car because she thought it was in a bad parking space and her break was earlier than normal and she knew something was going to happen and hadn't slept well and I can't make it right immediately - but it will happen.

Survival is important to the living...

As I get older and older and really older I often think about quality of life - being old isn't great if you feel that you are truly falling apart faster than you can heal and recover. Watching Bob Woodruff covering the recovering vets from IEDs in Iraq and knowing there are real people inside those minds and bodies that are struggling to regain funciton, full function -- and there are some fat clerks telling them that medical, mental and financial support isn't authorized in the quantity or quality needed. Well, I like to think that many will recover and get better because they are young and struggling, something like that happening to me or someone elder might just close us down, our lives have been lived and it is over, thank God.

Breda covers another dead woman, attacked & destroyed by something ugly and probably predatory male. Wondering if we will ever learn and telling women to fight back, although the PC crowd says stay inside, travel in groups and carry a whistle. I like to think you should carry a boot knife, pointed, double edged, one piece (not a folder nor switch blade, butterfly type), blade between three and a half inches to five depending on your body size. And one would hope you know where to stick it - don't slash, stick it in many times making many holes to bleed from. The Roman Legions won battles sticking their slashing enemies. They lost an empire when they decided to allow someone else to protect them and fight their wars (government inaction and lack of personal responsibility). I also recommended a .45 cal derringer they really come in various calibers and sizes, and again must be practiced with and then used in time of danger, like immediately-- there isn't any talking ugly out of bad behavior, shoot the cur. The pistol becomes a problem of current anti-gun legislation but then they don't really care if you live or die - just that you obey their laws (government in action & inaction, a 2fer!).

Martial arts are good, for physical fitness and sport, and if you get real serious about it to kill or disable the ugly fool... but that is a lot of serious and lots of work and most will never get that far. I am at the age that I want to start my Aikido training, but haven't found the time, place nor instructor to lead me - in other words I am not really serious, yet.

Weight this morning 205.0 pounds, blood pressure 122/75 with a heart rate of 49 bpm. My friend asked if I hurt after running on Saturday, and I said 'No', and he said I hadn't worked out hard enough - but I don't think one has to hurt to progress; maybe do more, do it faster, do it unbalanced and different - but I don't think pain is important as a gage of progress, only in one's limits. I do knock out fifty reps of the basic three, bent leg situps, push ups, and squats - the minimum every human should do daily. So little to ask. Speaking of asking, honey-do's need done. Done, and now do I ride the motorcycle or jog for my heart - responsibility again rules - I jog. The Sunshine is great, fifty-four degrees, I watch the motorcycles throb past me, sigh. I am on a mission: 626 kcal and forty percent of that fat burned, average Heart rate 119 bpm, in zone 54 min 11 seconds, exercise time total one hour and fifty-seven seconds. I passed a heart walker, he said he hasn't seen me in awhile, I told him I was old and lying to myself about it being too wet, too cold and just too awful to go jog in...

The only pain I really worry over is that big one waiting, in the left arm or center of my chest - Dad said it felt like a mule kicked him when he had his, and he was farm boy enough to know how that would have felt. It's in the genes, and my jeans, ya know? I get more like that picture every day in every way.