Pretty in Pink, dunno why
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Redondo Beach
It's a brand new day...
When I was working I rode my bike to work everyday, about 30 miles round trip. That kept me on the good side of about 225 and in fair shape.
After retiring two years ago I pretty much stopped riding. My strength has gone down hill and my weight uphill.
I'm not saying what significant portion of a ton I now represent, but in my minute circle of friends I'm often hailed as "Oh, ye of ample girth!".
One cold day a few months ago I went to the hardware store wearing my usual shorts and flip flops, but with a flannel shirt on.
I was mistaken for a pregnant lesbian.
"Oh, no, it's just a gut and man-boobs!", Tom exclaimed expectantly.
Truth, I'm in pretty good shape for a 75 year old guy, but I'm only 57. For Father's Day I asked for a gym membership, vowing to ride my bike to and from the gym and do a daily work-out.
Today was the first day. Culture shock! You get checked in and then they cut you loose. No one shows you the ropes or even shows you to the lockers. They don't give you towels, either. Ya gotta buy them. I did. One for wiping me, one for wiping the equipment. Later, I noticed nobody wipes the equipment. Eeew, that's icky.
The last time I was in a gym was about 10 years ago and there was a buff guy that you wanted to just go away that stuck with you for your first session. He showed you the ropes and kinda smirked at the initial machine settings you were able to use.
Today I wandered about a bit aimlessly and finally found a circuit of machines back in the corner that seemed to be frequented by Asian octogenarians. Perfect! Got in a good hour's work-out on those and then rode back home.
Shamefully, I had to walk up a hill I'd once have sprinted up. Heavy sigh; how far I've fallen.
Work out tunes (Same tunes I ride the twisties to):
Bowling for Soup
Foster the People
I can do this.
Tom [email protected]
“The kid poured him another straight rye and I think he doctored it with water down behind the bar because when he came up with it he looked as guilty as if he'd kicked his grandmother.”
'How' are words so important they cannot be too often used.”
Sting like a butterfly.
Noli Timere Messorem
Last edited by Tom Schmitz; 07-09-2013 at 03:09 PM.