By the weigh
199. I'm just sayin'.
The incredible shrinking man
In other braggable news, my personal trainer insisted I brag to someone that I did 27 tricep pushups on my toes in tonight's session. Not all at once, though. In my first set, I did 12 on my toes and 13 on my knees. In my second set, I did 15 on my toes and 10 on my knees. This was between bouts punching and kicking the water bag and doing different sorts of crunches.
I've mentioned before that Laura and I are seeing a personal trainer to combat what I call "Chicago spread." Since starting about two months ago, I've gone from 217.5 lbs to 201.5. My all-time high two years ago, immediately after returning from Blue Heaven 2006, was 231.5. I am 2.5 lbs away from getting back to where I was on my wedding day, and I plan to keep going down from there. So expect more shouting when I'm down under 199.
And now I'm very self-conscious about talking about my workouts, so I'll stop.
I've mentioned before that Laura and I are seeing a personal trainer to combat what I call "Chicago spread." Since starting about two months ago, I've gone from 217.5 lbs to 201.5. My all-time high two years ago, immediately after returning from Blue Heaven 2006, was 231.5. I am 2.5 lbs away from getting back to where I was on my wedding day, and I plan to keep going down from there. So expect more shouting when I'm down under 199.
And now I'm very self-conscious about talking about my workouts, so I'll stop.
Bus-ted! (or, Do not drill the bus!)
Laura and I have started seeing a personal trainer—and boy are my arms tired! (Bah-dum!)
Of the many factors prodding us toward car ownership, this is the one that finally pushed us over the edge. It's an hour each way on the bus, with at least one transfer, to travel the mere 3.4 miles to Payne Management.
Our bus yesterday, once it deigned to arrive, we dubbed The Prop Bus. I didn't seem possible that it was a real bus. I was sitting in a seat adjacent to the railing around the rear door, and when I leaned against it the railing gave way. The street announcements were more than half a mile out of sync with our real location. And at every stop, the bus driver got out of her seat to wrestle the fare box, which was not securely bolted to the floor, back into its proper spot. I'm surprised this bus didn't let us off on the shores of the River Styx.
Our buses back home were better, but it's no fun spending fifteen or twenty minutes awaiting your transfer unprotected from the subzero wind and bathed in the aromas from a nearby Popeye's Chicken. I said to Laura, "That smells like the Promised Land, the Celestial Kingdom, Paradise, Nirvana, and 72 virgins all rolled up together and deep-fried."
By the way, Laura took the accompanying photo Saturday on a gleaming new bus on North Avenue. I can understand why the older buses are in such raw shape if Chicago has problems with random drilling on public transit.
Or maybe they want to keep passengers from getting fed up and trying to repair city buses on the go.
Of the many factors prodding us toward car ownership, this is the one that finally pushed us over the edge. It's an hour each way on the bus, with at least one transfer, to travel the mere 3.4 miles to Payne Management.
Our bus yesterday, once it deigned to arrive, we dubbed The Prop Bus. I didn't seem possible that it was a real bus. I was sitting in a seat adjacent to the railing around the rear door, and when I leaned against it the railing gave way. The street announcements were more than half a mile out of sync with our real location. And at every stop, the bus driver got out of her seat to wrestle the fare box, which was not securely bolted to the floor, back into its proper spot. I'm surprised this bus didn't let us off on the shores of the River Styx.Our buses back home were better, but it's no fun spending fifteen or twenty minutes awaiting your transfer unprotected from the subzero wind and bathed in the aromas from a nearby Popeye's Chicken. I said to Laura, "That smells like the Promised Land, the Celestial Kingdom, Paradise, Nirvana, and 72 virgins all rolled up together and deep-fried."
By the way, Laura took the accompanying photo Saturday on a gleaming new bus on North Avenue. I can understand why the older buses are in such raw shape if Chicago has problems with random drilling on public transit.
Or maybe they want to keep passengers from getting fed up and trying to repair city buses on the go.