Walking the Canary

Bomber Blend Rocks!

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I rise and shine in the morning after 8 to 10 hours of restless, interrupted sleep and vigorous tossing and turning. I consider it my aerobic training, and the remainder of the day is devoted to my heavier movements, reading, writing and arrhythmia. By 5PM, Laree untangles herself from the computer (the ruthless electronic creature seizes her at dawn) and plays dead on the couch with an iPad on her lap and a glass of elegant wine within reach.

The delicious thing is, Laree and I don’t work for anyone. We have our tasks and duties, assignments, obligations and responsibilities, of course, but they are arranged, set and met by us. Laree chooses projects, edits, publishes and produces, coordinates, markets and does the accounting and floors, while I walk the canary (Peepsy), execute the critical semiweekly curls and presses and expertly attend, manage and monitor the flatscreen and refrigerator departments.

Generous fellow I am, I sent Laree off to Las Vegas for a five-day respite. I paid all the expenses except the airfare, hotel, food, entertainment and miscellaneous. The only thing I asked was, while she was there, she attend NAB (National Association of Broadcasters), the five-day digital media education conference from 7AM to 7PM at the Vegas Convention Center. She was more excited than a pumped and oiled bodybuilder under the lights at a packed house as the theme from Rocky blasts its first chord.

The complex of lecture editing and publishing Laree currently does by wonder ’n guessing will be facilitated, improved and expanded with professional knowledge and understanding. She’s nabbing it.

Get it? NAB – nabbing it – har har. She got nabbed...

“Dumb as ever, Bombles! Get a job. And, excuse me? What on earth does this have to do with hoisting iron, building muscle and getting ripped?” 

I’m getting to that, bombarf. Relax! Don’t get your wraps in a tangle.

... a little clever name-calling is exhilarating...

I caught myself listening to the answers I was giving to a couple of guys at the gym. They’re in their 50s and I’ve known them from a health club where I worked in the ’80s. Gee, Dad, that’s 25 to 30 years ago. And I was no kid then. Anyhow, they’ve been on and off the iron throughout the years and are, of course, on again, bound and determined to get in shape and never, ever quit again. I believe them.

While sharing our enthusiasm and need for the iron, the ebb and flow of training, life and its demands and the disastrous “aging thing,” I offered my thoughts on bombing and blasting, the heavy weights and knocking out the sets and reps in the robust effort to get big and ripped as the years pile up.

I sounded like Mister Peepers Goes to Summer Camp. Caution, men! Be alert, be aware, be wise, be mature, take it easy, slow but sure. You don’t need another injury. Injuries are painful and frustrating. Don’t be stupid! You’ll work your way around rips and tears, and the compensating movements cause further damage and despair. They take forever to heal and they never fully repair. Seek longevity.

My advice was conveyed while holding onto the pulley apparatus for stability. The balding, graying duo was between sets of full squats. My words were authentic, spontaneous and sound, but they sounded foreign and tedious -- to me anyway, probably not to them. When I was their age -- mid-World Gyms, pre-Brother Iron Sister Steel, pre-davedraper.com, pre-Stanford -- I was a soaring rocket. Today, I’m sore and feel like I’ve been hit by a rock.

I was training five days a week, two hours plus with max input (is there another way?); squatting and deadlifting heavy (is there another way?), dumbbell pressing and supersetting. And I ate like there was a contest next week. This had been going on for years and was to go on for years. Tuna, burger, dairy, salad and water, no donut, thanks. Talk about the good old days.

Bomber Blend Rocks!

Of course, I would do it all again if I had to or not. I wouldn’t miss a beat; I would do everything the same, down to the donut. But, that’s me, Bombo-Nutso. But it’s not for them.

I was looking out for them. They were reentering the work force once again -- Hello, Iron -- and amped. I’m thinking swollen knees, aching elbows and torn shoulders; discouragement, irritability and despair; excessive TV and beer and pretzels.

I’m depressing.

How about vigorous training (small v), light to moderate weight with a nudge upward once in awhile (or not), focus and form (seriously!), three days a week or two on, one off, two on, two off; an hour should do it with 80-percent max exertion and no rush. You push, you pay!

Secretly, I push the last rep of each set, as long as the muscle is isolated and doesn’t involve the once-coveted, naturally determined body thrust, the non-cheating, advantageous oomph that raised a set of reps to an unmistakable command for muscle and might. Actually, I apply a teensy bit of oomph... can’t help myself. You might say it’s more like a spasm.

Time to walk the canary... Later... The D


BMK Update: Big Mike Katz, our ladder-busting champ, is doing just fine. He had a serious disagreement with a ladder five months ago and everything is mending soundly. Hallelujah. He thanks us large for our support. It lifted him up when the ladder let him down.

God Bless America and her buddies!

The ladder is a wreck, btw.


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