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MarkusWolf — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 09:06:30 +0000

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Old Guy, Tight Shorts, Eeewww!

MarkusWolf — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:38:46 +0000

There’s this 60-something guy at my gym. In pretty good shape he is. Shows up consistently. Good for him. But EVERY TIME, I see him he’s wearing these obscene tight cotton shorts. To quote from the movie Spinal Tap, it looks like he’s got an armadillo in his trousers. And he’s scaring the children.

How can I tactfully tell him that tight cotton shorts on an old guy, or anyone for than matter, are just an unfortunate fashion choice?

Creaky arm

MarkusWolf — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:59:25 +0000

OK, this is weird. Apparently that ladder fall a couple days ago made some scar tissue in my right arm triceps where I fell across a ladder step. Doing some dips and I get this creaking, cracking noise from right above the elbow. It hurts a little, but not bad. I banged out 35 dips no problem. Each one made that crack/pop noise though. Tin Man is getting rusty.

“Feeling” thinner?

MarkusWolf — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:58:57 +0000

It’s been about three weeks of eating 30 percent fewer calories than I used to. I’ve cut way back on the fat in my diet. ( to 22 grams a day) And I feel pretty good! I don’t look much different, so I’m not taking more progress pics yet, but I can feel a difference. My stomach feels tighter and flatter. And maybe there’s a little less blubber to pinch around the middle, but hard to tell. Probably the biggest difference is that my digestive tract is feeling better and less burdened. It is encouraging. Has anyone else noticed this in losing weight? Do you feel different? Thinner? Better?

Nachos at the Bar

MarkusWolf — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:30:24 +0000

A good friend just called to say she signed her divorce papers. She wants to celebrate by porking out on nachos and beer. I think bar nachos might possibly be the worst foodstuff a human could possibly eat. Start with greasy chips, put some greasy cheese and greasy burger on top of them. Maybe a few jalapeno peppers to add gas to the fat bloating. Shovel into drunken face. Bleh! Maybe I’ll see if they have any salad at the bar. Maybe I’ll have just one nacho. But they say no one can eat just one…

Doc Zhivago

MarkusWolf — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 19:48:16 +0000

This morning while doing hill sprints through the woods, lungs on fire, legs wobbly, another realization about myself. It’s why I like to visit this bodybuilding web site. And why I go to a public gym instead of toiling with weights in the spidery darkness of my basement. It’s why my backyard is a wildlife sanctuary that reveals new wonders of nature every day. And why my vacations are sailing on the ocean. It’s something to do with what I’ve come to call the "Zhivago moments" of life. In the 1965 classic movie, Dr. Zhivago finds beauty everywhere he goes. In the light. In the falling snow. In noble suffering. And, in a beautiful and ultimately unattainable woman. But every moment for him is pure rapture in appreciating beauty and life.

Sometimes, I have Zhivago moments. On this website, I see not just beautiful bodies, I see people who represent the best aspirations of humanity as they strive to make themselves better and stronger. Rarely or never blaming others for their problems. You are all a beautiful sunrise, the light shining though the window and reflecting off my writing desk. Thank you for sharing.

Why am I sore?

MarkusWolf — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 18:53:42 +0000

We’re getting a new deck put on our "American dream" house. That meant tearing the old deck off. I could either pay the builder $500 to do the demolition or do it myself and save the money for a new grill. (I love grilled fish, and cooking it outside prevents stinky fish smell in the house.) Since I was a little boy, I always seemed good at destroying things, so I took a wrecking bar and my mighty splitting maul to the task yesterday. But first I had to get up on a stepladder and pull some pesky nails and screws that were holding everything together. It was one of those old, wobbly aluminum ladders rated, inexplicably, to support 150 lbs. max. I’ve gingerly used this deathtrap for years without mishap, but yesterday, one of the legs sunk into the soft earth under the deck, twisted and collapsed under my 200 lb. mass. Down I went, hard! It was on my side, since my legs were kicked out with the ladder. I’ve trained for years to fall properly in martial arts classes, so that probably is the only thing that saved me from a broken bone. Still, I fell on top of the ladder, leaving some pretty nasty scrapes and bruises from the six-foot drop. So off I limped to the Home Depot to get a new, 375 lb rated fiberglass ladder. $160 bucks later, I had the new ladder, two hours later, the deck was down. Not the savings I’d originally hoped for, but a least I’ll have better ladder for the next task. And, I’m lucky the fall was not worse.