Getting fit is one thing. Staying fit after you hit 60 is quite another.
One thing I discovered, and discover every so often is how fast you lose it when you aren’t lifting, and how hard it is to get it back. I spent the better part of the last month sick. Not deathly ill, but enough that my habits changed. I gave up lifting, since I was fatigued in the evenings, and with a stuffed sinus, it’s nuts. I got back to it last week, but this week in full force.
It was punishing.
That said, the mornings after a workout, I was recovered. Even though I lightened some of my lifts to do a full set, with full range, I need to either buy more iron, or consider a gym. Some of my exercises like kettle bell swings and farmers carry, I’m tapped out. I can’t level up without getting heavier weight. I submitted my benefit choices for the next year, and one of the benefits they offer is reimbursed gym memberships. I may have to take them up on that this year. There are two gyms on the edge of my neighborhood. Both are easy to get to , but one is a more man centric place. That’s the one I think I’ll hit.
I weighed in at two pounds lighter for the month. To me, that doesn’t count really. So I’ll say unchanged, which is astonishing. Since I haven’t been at 100% during the month, I’ve eaten out and worse than typical. Although I eat out less than when the Girl lived up here. I’ve had more soup and more carbs than usual, but I appear to have burnt them off. I was still running and biking, after all. Even with the stuffed ear, I could run and bike just fine. The only result was feeling clobbered and catatonic in the evenings (hence, no iron).
Saturday, it was just chilly enough to wear a hoodie when walking the dogs in the park. It was a sunny fantastic day. Just as we headed to the trail, I heard the sound of old school rotary engines. Something cool was headed our way. Sure enough, an olive drab C-47 (DC-3) passed into view. How cool!
Turns out he was doing a flyby for the town’s veterans day parade. He did circled around the parks, pretty low. I figured out what he was up to, and walked fast as we could to the next park on the chance he’d be in view enough for a shot.
Instead of turning to the left in the pattern he’d been running, he veered to the right. Looked like he was headed back from whence he came, probably Addison airport. The number of these birds still flying is testament to how well engineered and built they are. They were built back in a day when we could design and build the best as a matter of course.
This month would be a diet nightmare usually. Looks like I’m on my own for Thanksgiving, so I’ll pass on the big dinner thing and see if one of my other single friends wants to do steaks.
