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The Gym Babes Cometh!

All the painting of apartments and moving of boxes back in July and August took its toll on my exercise schedule, and I was in gym limbo for two months. During those two months the time I had already spent at the gym really paid off, however. Moving our crap around and painting, among other things, three ceilings, with all the awkward positions that involves, didn’t have any significantly negative on my back. I can imagine that it would have had I not been in reasonably good shape.

In early October I returned to the Fresh Fitness gym to discover it had gone through a rather surprising transition: From being Average Joe’s half empty gym, it had turned Almost Average Joe’s packed gym. Unless I pop in on Sunday morning, the place is usually crowded, very often with the same people. There are some guys I’ve seen every single time I’ve been there since October and I’m beginning to think I might have to greet them soon. But greeting people could turn into a avalanche of social obligations and before I know it I’m someones best man in an Indian wedding. I really don’t have time for that, so I think I’ll stick to not greeting anyone.

There are even some gym babes – women who seemingly just hang around without really working out – scattered among the rest of us now. Unfortunately, the gym babes have displaced the ones who made Fresh Fitness Average Joe’s gym: People who could really need the exercise. That’s a shame, really, because there were a lot of them present earlier this year. Another problem with the gym babes is that since they just hang around looking at people, they notice you. My exercise plan takes me on a tour through most of the stations and I’m sometimes getting conscious about these women thinking I’m following them around. I’m certain it might look that way when I surface in their general area repeatedly, but it’s all a huge coincidence. I swear.

What would socially awkward penguin do!?

Speed Racer

When biking to and from work I’m using my beloved Garmin Forerunner 305 to harvest miles. The only real reason for this is to see if I’m able to get more miles under my wheels than I did last year, something that won’t happen this years since the distance to and from work is a lot shorter. I’m not much of a biker, you see. Tried to keep up with Hans Olav once, didn’t really make it.

Anyway. Every now and then I sync the Forerunner with my computer to look at the statistics. Here’s the speed graph from a random trip (click to enlarge).

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Sweat and Tears

After work today I felt unusually energized. I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe it was the nice weather or the action packed hour of Battlefield: Bad Company 2 yesterday? Unfortunately, Anniken – also known as The Branch Executive – had to work late today, so I couldn’t bother her by dancing around in the living room like I usually do when I’ve got a little too much energy left over after a day’s participation in the rat race.

So I went for a jog instead. It’s been a while now and you can probably guess how it all turned out. Yes, I’m biking to and from work, but, no, it’s not enough to keep the cardiovascular system on high alert and it got quite a shock rather early en route. I used my lovely Garmin Forerunner 3051 on the run, and it recorded information like heart rate and pace; both miserable reads when I got home.

I used 36 minutes on 5,32 kilometers (3.4 miles) giving an average speed of 8,9 km/h (5.5 miles per hour). Old grannies could have walked past me with their walkers at that speed. The Garmin Training Center software calls it a “slow jog”, which is another punch in the nuts. My only excuse is that I had a total ascent and descent of 279 meters, meaning that the route is rather bumpy. And it was hot, so hot, I tell ya! Other than that, my only excuse is that I’m in lousy shape and should get my act together.

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Fresh and Fit

I’ve had myself a Burn energy drink and now I’m high. Not high as in “oh, my god, I’m so high” because I’m boring enough to never have gone there and I probably never will. Let’s agree that I’m just a bit worked up. An energy drink doesn’t really have any effect on me, but this time it did. It might be because I had it right after I returned home from the gym. Coincidentally, this entry is also about going to the gym. What luck!

I’ve been working out on and off for over five years now (at least that’s when I posted my first entry tagged with “exercise“). For the last three or so years I’ve been going regularly to the gym, which, by simple logic, should have turned me into a walking pile of muscle and Testosterone by now. But that is not the case. When I look in the mirror, I still see the same skinny kid I’ve always been. No six-pack in sight, but rather the beginning of a small keg. My consolation is that – considering how little I move around at work – what I’d seen in the mirror if I was not going to the gym would most likely be a mess going downhill and going there fast. And it’s quite possible that some of what I see in the mirror is a product of my imagination, because there’s a beautiful girl who lives with me who tells me she likes what she sees. Or maybe she’s just a product of my imagination as well? Still, what I’m doing at the gym now is purely maintenance work – but maintenance is what will keep this thing going and going and going and going until the bitter end. Read more

Half-way Point

Luckily the start and finish are not where they usually are…

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