Collateral Bloggage

My son is seven.  Which is absurd, becuz I am not nearly old enough to have a seven-year-old.  Alright…maybe my knees and feet are, but the rest of me is still very young.  Except maybe my hairline.  Maybe my waistline.  Definitely not my sense of humor (where immaturity holds on for dear life).  Shoulders are on the bubble.

Nah, I don’t feel old.  Just because my son is only nine years from driving, eleven years from voting…no need to panic.

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Okay, so we’ve established I’m most definitely not old.  And I’m certainly not a 98-pound-weakling (NPW).  I could snap an NPW’s neck like a chicken’s.  I’m (nearly…or almost…or slightly more than) twice the man of a NPW.

On the other hand, I haven’t exactly been burning up the workout facilities -anywhere- in some time.

Solution?  One Hundred Pushups.  Yep, I’m training myself to be able to drop and gimme (Really?  Give myself?) 100.  How?  Well, observe:

If you don’t want to visit the link right now, I’ll break down the system for you.  First, you do a pre-assessment.  Basically, you drop and do as many reps as you can.  The number you grunt out puts you into different training intensities.  I made the mistake of being able to do too many, and I’ve found the program difficult.  I’m not saying you should slack on the pre-assessment, but I’d encourage trying to do the pushups in a very controlled manner.  That way, you can ease into the training a bit more.  Plus, it’s probably a better isometric exercise when done on the slow side.

You’ll do your exercise three days a week, and it’s broken into four levels.  For instance, you might do 20, then 15, then 13, then 13 again.  Then you do as many as you can for the fifth level.  I know, I said four levels.  You rest between sets, of course, so it takes some precious time away from reading coffee and drinking books.  Sorry…a bit punchy from my workout.  And still pumped.

I like the feeling of my flabby muscles starting to harden.  I just hope my shoulders are up to the task.

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My little sister is in Japan.  Awesome.  She’s there for a seven-month stint as an Engrish Teacher.  Okay, English Teacher.  I set her up a blog on heasley.net so she could blog about her experiences there.  That way, when she gets back and starts telling us her cool stories, we can say, “Oh, you blogged about that.”  You can’t underestimate the value of that.

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You might not think of Stephen King as a funny man, but he is.  I’m not a big fan of his work, never having actually cracked the cover of one of his books (I listened to The Gunslinger, but that’s it).  But his take on Movie Snacks is altogether hilarious.  Hat tip: Colin.

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Funny…I thought I had nothing about which to muse.