Comments on: The Clicker, My Ticker, and a Gold Star Sticker http://www.mybadpants.com/2010/01/13/the-clicker-my-ticker-and-a-gold-star-sticker/ Like genetics, only funnier! Thu, 02 Feb 2012 03:22:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Taoist Biker http://www.mybadpants.com/2010/01/13/the-clicker-my-ticker-and-a-gold-star-sticker/comment-page-1/#comment-115 Taoist Biker Fri, 19 Feb 2010 15:24:50 +0000 http://www.mybadpants.com/2010/01/13/the-clicker-my-ticker-and-a-gold-star-sticker/#comment-115 Holy hell, man, there are goals and there are Goals, and a triathlon is a GOAL. One that I put right up there with "win Nobel Prize" and "sleep with three Playmates of the Month at once." When I started college, I weighed about 140 or so - which isn't a lot when you sling 60-pound bundles of shingles and 80-pound bags of concrete all day long for your summer job in Virginia. I started lifting weights because I was tired of being nerdy AND skinny, and because I had roommates who did it already to act as inspiration. I got into it fairly heavily. I'd never be immediately pegged as a bodybuilder, but I did a LOT of lifting. And a lot of protein-powders and weight gainers and even a two-month cycle of something called "Cybergenics" which required a strict diet and "take two of these pills an hour before your workout, four of these immediately after, two of these an hour after..." By my senior year, I was lifting three days a week, practicing karate for three hours a day four days a week - on weight days that I DIDN'T have karate, I ran a mile. On karate days, only a half mile. Then I graduated, went to grad school, and had neither time nor access to a gym. But cutting down all that eating that I was doing while burning through calories like a battleship? Bah, why bother? Then I had Dys move in and start cooking for me. Ye gods. I wear a 30" inseam, and I will never, ever, ever wear a 30" waist again. Period. If I get to 34 it will be a miracle. But I'm gradually trying to work my way back to a comfortable 36. Maybe even a slightly loose 36. That's possible by the summer. <strong>My plan consists of basically two things: First, invite lots of people to watch me try, so I will be too embarrassed to back out; and second, I don't have to win, I just have to finish. Is it a tad stupid? Yeah. But I'm starting with a sprint distance and working up from there. Before I turn 40, I want to qualify for the Ironman in Kona. I have a few years...so we'll see how it goes. I ran in high school, and skied almost every weekend for years. Then I got a desk job and expanded like someone inflated the Michelin Man. It's been better, it's been worse, but now it's time to get healthy. Not so much about weight as about whether or not I can survive intense exertion for a couple of hours. Right now, I'd be lucky to go ten minutes. That has to change. A little deflation wouldn't be bad either.</strong> Holy hell, man, there are goals and there are Goals, and a triathlon is a GOAL. One that I put right up there with “win Nobel Prize” and “sleep with three Playmates of the Month at once.”

When I started college, I weighed about 140 or so – which isn’t a lot when you sling 60-pound bundles of shingles and 80-pound bags of concrete all day long for your summer job in Virginia. I started lifting weights because I was tired of being nerdy AND skinny, and because I had roommates who did it already to act as inspiration.

I got into it fairly heavily. I’d never be immediately pegged as a bodybuilder, but I did a LOT of lifting. And a lot of protein-powders and weight gainers and even a two-month cycle of something called “Cybergenics” which required a strict diet and “take two of these pills an hour before your workout, four of these immediately after, two of these an hour after…” By my senior year, I was lifting three days a week, practicing karate for three hours a day four days a week – on weight days that I DIDN’T have karate, I ran a mile. On karate days, only a half mile.

Then I graduated, went to grad school, and had neither time nor access to a gym. But cutting down all that eating that I was doing while burning through calories like a battleship? Bah, why bother? Then I had Dys move in and start cooking for me. Ye gods.

I wear a 30″ inseam, and I will never, ever, ever wear a 30″ waist again. Period. If I get to 34 it will be a miracle. But I’m gradually trying to work my way back to a comfortable 36. Maybe even a slightly loose 36. That’s possible by the summer.

My plan consists of basically two things: First, invite lots of people to watch me try, so I will be too embarrassed to back out; and second, I don’t have to win, I just have to finish.

Is it a tad stupid? Yeah. But I’m starting with a sprint distance and working up from there. Before I turn 40, I want to qualify for the Ironman in Kona. I have a few years…so we’ll see how it goes.

I ran in high school, and skied almost every weekend for years. Then I got a desk job and expanded like someone inflated the Michelin Man. It’s been better, it’s been worse, but now it’s time to get healthy. Not so much about weight as about whether or not I can survive intense exertion for a couple of hours. Right now, I’d be lucky to go ten minutes. That has to change.

A little deflation wouldn’t be bad either.

]]> By: Oregon Sunshine (Mrs Bad Pants) http://www.mybadpants.com/2010/01/13/the-clicker-my-ticker-and-a-gold-star-sticker/comment-page-1/#comment-74 Oregon Sunshine (Mrs Bad Pants) Fri, 15 Jan 2010 02:25:19 +0000 http://www.mybadpants.com/2010/01/13/the-clicker-my-ticker-and-a-gold-star-sticker/#comment-74 Yay Honey! I'm so proud of you! Now, get of that durn-blasted Xbox and go get on the treadmill! <strong>Yeah, Yeah...tomorrow. I start tomorrow! :-P</strong> Yay Honey! I’m so proud of you! Now, get of that durn-blasted Xbox and go get on the treadmill!

Yeah, Yeah…tomorrow. I start tomorrow! :-P

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