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I seem to have brought more back from Scarborough that fond memories and the satisfaction of knowing that I can still shuffle up Oliver’s Mount in double quick time. I started sneezing while in bed last night and woke up with a steamer of a head cold…

Running goes on however, and despite all of storm Eleanors attempts to dissuade me, not to mention the steaming head cold, I laced up the running shoes and threw myself out into the teeth of the gale. The footpaths were littered with broken branches and recycling boxes, and I was being buffeted in all directions by the strong rain laden wind.

Despite the fierce weather it was quite mild for this time of the year and it was quite refreshing and invigorating to be out in the furore, not to mention the fact that for the first time in twelve hours I was able to breathe again without the annoyance of a blocked nose.

I was expecting to be overcome by tiredness and lethargy, even perhaps having to abandon my brave attempt at putting two fingers up to Eleanor, and running through a head cold, but the run was surprisingly easy albeit at a snails pace. The only downside was the amount of traffic I encountered on those usually empty country roads. Puddles almost met in the middle from the heavy overnight rain, and it’s a brave runner who elects to run in the middle of a busy road, so frequent leaps onto the grassy verge ensured I would live to run again.

Chronic pain from stiffness in my lower back muscles hindered my pace after about four miles, possibly the result of heaving heavy luggage around, or perhaps a night of dancing, either way it was no cause for concern I was just happy to be out there quietly putting in the miles and the realisation that whatever you think is wrong with you is just an illusion when you can go out and run six miles on a morning…:smiley:

That’s some impressive swimming Roxy, and a great start to the new year and I wish you a very Happy, Healthy and buoyant 2018…:smiley:

Surfermon, if I was in any doubt about going for a run this morning that doubt would have been swept away by the excellent description of your run…:shock:…I was with you on every step…But annual accumulated mileage is not really the target of our labours, the number of the year is unimportant compared to the experience and pleasure gained from just being able to do it and enjoy it…But well done anyway…:-):-):-):cool:

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Sorry to hear you’ve caught a head cold from somewhere Bob, make sure you don’t overdo the running while you’re like that :frowning:

Hope you’ll feel better soon…

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Roxy! You sound as enthusiastic as I felt starting off the year. It’s most interesting to read about your history with the sport.I love it that you are so excited and self-motivated about your swimming and I admire you for it. I am a bit of a water woman myself, but never had the discipline to do as many laps and as frequently as you. I am impressed!

Oh, Floydy, you get a big hug for that song. While it was written when I was just a toddler, I grew up mostly in California, and that song has quite a storied history for me and would definitely be up there in the soundtrack of my last century. You really hit the mark. As for swimming, the one thing I know about being in the cool gulf water and the occasional pool is that it definitely, noticeably makes your joints feel better. I really do think you would enjoy it.

OGF, you are truly a running warrior, and I knew before I got to the end of the first paragraph that despite your cold, you were going to run. I have run in all manners of illness (probably a few ill-advised) but overall, for a good cold, a run and most definitely surfing (or at least swimming in salt water) helps clear out sinuses and lungs, and I theorize that it also shortens the cold’s duration.

Anyhow, I am ever impressed. I am sorry to hear about your nagging back problems. There has to be a solution, but regardless…carrying the luggage strengthens the marriage and dancing strengthens the soul…so both are justifiable. There has to be an answer though that will keep your running, discoing, and marriage pain-free.

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Thanks Mags, I woke up yesterday morning and could hardly get out of bed. Muscles ached, and had it been a running day it would have been impossible even to bend down and tie my shoelaces. It started off being my worst day yet, couldn’t even do my press-ups…:frowning:
Fortunately, I wanted to run on New Years Day - Start the New Year off with a compulsory jog up Oliver’s Mount - And because I run every other day it meant changing my schedule to Monday, Wednesday and Friday instead of my usual Tuesday, Thursday…
Well I managed to scramble round a six miler on Wednesday but after yesterday’s power cut I wasn’t sure if I should go this morning.

After feeling a little better today, force of habit took over and at 8:00am I set off down the street for a six…;-)…Within two miles my mojo had returned and not only did I have a happy run, I even managed a couple of intervals…:-D…Followed by sixty press-ups…But I hope Mrs Fox doesn’t expect me to do anything strenuous today though…:cool:

Surfermom, I believe Old Age and living in a cold damp climate are responsible for my recurring back problems, I’m sure with the arrival of some warmer weather all my problems will have dissipated…

Running is as constant as the rising sun, discoing is a lot less frequent, but there will always be pain attached to marriage…Just like the weather…You have good days…:-D…and you have bad days…:-(…When the bad days outnumber the good days, it’s time to move on…:cry:

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Really pleased you enjoyed that Beach Boys song, Surfermom. Hope you had a great birthday:113:
Apparently it’s snowing in Florida. The reports are that it’s the first time in 25 years for it to do so over there…can that be right?!:shock:

Bob: A Great recovery for you after your cold symptoms. I think you’re one of these who prefers to get out there regardless of what the “experts” say. Yep, you have a cold but sometimes putting that to the back of your mind is the best way forward. Sheer bloody-mindedness will always push through! And sixty press-ups:shock: Doubt if I could do that (without some renewed practice anyway - I haven’t done any for years!).

Anyway, today I was back with a run of the mill chest/triceps session this afternoon. I’ve decided on a 5-set routine from now on as I think this will work pretty well as it encompasses all my goals: Light/Moderate/Heavy/Max/High Reps. Everything went very well today so I think I’ll be sticking with this format for the foreseeable future.

Friday 5 Jan 18 – Chest/triceps

Bench press:
20x40, 12x50, 10x60, 6x70, 25x30
*The last set was done on the Smith machine as it’s more stable for doing all-out bonkers manic high reps.

DB press, incline bench:
6x24, 6x26, 6x28, 4x30, 12x20

Chest press:
12x40, 12x50, 12x60, 6x75, 25x30

Pec dec:
12x50, 10x60, 6x65, 6x70, 20x40

Fwd. delt fly:
20x50, 18x65, 15x80, 12x95, 25x50

Tricep extensions:
12x40, 12x50, 12x60, 8x70, 20x35

Time: 1 hour.

Tomorrow will be of the same format but doing pull work - biceps, back. lats etc.

Thanks for reading:-)

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All the efforts finally made it happen. First, there was the pilgrimage, in which dozens of the dazed and miserable made the way across town with their beasts of burden. They lined up by the dozens with breaths of their loyal beasts puffing and visible. Patiently waiting their turn, one-at-time they made their way to the strange altar-like opening where young women, like acolytes made the exchange of their offerings of coins and paper for individual chalices that they sipped from delicately.

Then there were the believers. Each day they huddled in homes, fields, and shops - uncaring how their behavior appeared to the non-believers, slumped over the small glowing stones or perched safely across rooms from the larger ones . Without care for the conditions around them, they bowed their heads. Almost prayerfully they gazed at images of clouds and wind that were somehow etched in the stone, and passed their fingers, almost like gesticulations, across the glassy surfaces or over small buttoned boxes. All the while, they mumbled mantras about it the bitter cold, the missing sun, or fearing that this was the end of days. Staring, almost trance-like they waited for the knowledgeable ones - the ones in high dress and position who could read the signs and predict the future.

Finally there were the heathens, of which I am admittedly one. Hungry for normalcy and unfettered by the unusual occurrences of late - the snow, the wind, and temperatures unseen in this part of the world, the land of flowers, for a quarter of a century - cared not about a week of the absent sun. Like them, I laced my shoes and donned my warmest layers all the same and made our way outside - bravely, cautiously, but surely. In the gray mist I moved with haste, with brave disregard for the elements. Fleetly my feet moved and, though my breathing was initially labored, I pressed forward. Turning north, the angry wind cut razor-like at my cheeks and watering eyes. Turning east where that orb should be, I looked skyward to see, yet again, not the sun, but a thick blanket of hazy clouds, set in like a stubborn cold. Only when I turned south did I gather enough warmth and strength to press on to round out the seven miles.

Then it happened.

Whether it was the result those people who had made their way stoically and determinedly through the drive-through lane at Starbucks for their morning coffee, the people staring at their iPhones and televisions for the weather forecast, or those who beat the pavement in hypnotic, rhythmic steps….

The spell was broken and the Florida sun finally, though weakly, shone in radiant glory, bringing warmth to all - pilgrims, believers, beasts and heathens alike.

It was a very satisfying run. Good workouts everyone and may the sun shine your way!

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Haha! Great little introduction to a run there, Surfermom! I was wondering where you were going with that. It was like an excerpt from a poem from the middle ages.
Glad you had a good run in the end though :cool:

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Back and biceps today and plenty of time to fit everything in, in fact I was looking for more work after my proposed routine so I added another three exercises. Because of this I’ll be upping some of the weights for next time.

Saturday 6 Jan 18 – Back, biceps.

Lat pulldown, hammer bar:
12x40, 12x50, 10x60, 6x70, 30x30

Lat pulldown, underarm c/g:
12x40, 12x50, 10x60, 6x70, 30x30

Machine curls, alt.:
6x30, 6x35, 6x40, 6x50, 12x25

DB concentration curl, alt.:
8x14, 8x16, 6x18

E-Z preacher curl, low pull, c/g:
6x28, 6x33, 6x38, 5x43, 25x18

Single arm low row, alt.:
10x70, 10x80, 6x90

Cable curl, alt.:
10x23, 8x29, 15x17

Ab crunch:
20x45, 20x45, 20x45

DB hammer curl, alt.:
6x16, 6x18

DB Fly, incline bench:
6x14’s, 6x14’s, 6x14’s

Time: 1hr. 15mins.

Thanks for reading:-)

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Same here Floydy, I was just sad when it came to an end…:-(…I’ll never look at a MacDonalds drive through or surfing the net in the same way ever again…:069:

Tomorrow morning I shall forge ahead in my own little microcosm knowing that I am not alone in my pursuit of spiritual stimulation…May the bright light of excellence light your path to fulfillment…:cool::cool::cool:

Incidentally Floydy, my sixty press-ups are made up of three sets of twenty about five minutes apart each set… :shock:

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Still good going though, Bob.

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Isaac Newton was wrong…

So how did my first eight mile run of 2018 go?

Isaac Newton was wrong when he proclaimed that gravity was a constant, it actually increases with age, I have proof!
I once skimmed effortlessly over any surface at frightening pace, with feet hardly making contact with the ground barely leaving a footstep, looking back, I think I could have possibly run over water without getting my shoes wet (perhaps a tad farfetched) but I danced over boulders and rocks with the light touch of a butterfly.

Fast forward to today, my legs are heavy and the tarmac sucks my feet deep into the quicksand of what seems like a spongy yielding surface. The sun appears low in the sky, but I appear lower on the endless road. My tired legs now churn out mile upon monotonous mile of frost covered byway gradually locking up as my back and buttocks join in the call for rest. I look down at my struggling legs and see loose floppy skin bouncing with every step. Legs that once were firm with muscle bulging from within like some mountain of granite thrusting out of the terrain.
A thick band of fat clings to my waist like a drowning man clinging to a floating log, the product of festive overindulgence and inactivity.

Yes, gravity is the aggressor here as the bags around my eyes droop downward and my chest is now where my belly should be, it destroys my running shoes with its ever increasing pull, and it tampers with my weighing scales making them gradually increase the readings every time I dare to step onto them. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected too much considering my condition as the head cold I’ve persevered with these last few days is still making mischief by blocking my nose, making my eyes run and limiting my energy output. Not to mention the slippery condition of my icey frost covered running surface which caused every other step to be a backward one providing no traction whatsoever!..

So how did my first eight mile run of 2018 go you ask?..
Not too bad actually…:-D:-D:-D…Thanks for asking.

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I would imagine the first run of a New Year was always a difficult one Bob but well done despite your cold :smiley:

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Loving the wordy prose, Bob. I’m thinking you’re more exhausted writing all that than the actual run.
Well done on braving the elements that many lesser young folks (such as myself) would quake in our trainers about! :slight_smile:

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OGF, while your legs may have been the victims of gravity, your writing most certainly has anti-gravity properties, lifting the spirits and engaging the rest of us mere mortals.

Haha! You were certainly pulling our legs before reporting a thoroughly respectable run, OGF. When you stand the number of miles you ran today up next to your age, it’s extremely impressive. I know exactly how you feel about that skin, it’s an appalling, inevitible symptom of this ridiculous aging.

While I know we are only here for a short time, but there is really no reason for evolution to have such a wicked sense of humor, now is there? Can’t we slide out of this world looking fit and firm? Regardless, the photos don’t lie; you are in excellent shape.

In the pale shadow of OGF’s vivid description, I will spare the forum a more mundane report of my own outing except to say that I put five more miles on my own well-worn shoes. Tomorrow is another day!

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Post your daily exercise routine

Was the question

Mine opening the eyes and getting out of bed. That would be my first exercise. when recovered from exhaustion then get washed and put clothes on, don’t fancy running around naked all day.
Next would be going down the stairs, not easy being half asleep still.
The next hour would be lifting a coffee cup and putting it down , mainly for arm exercise you understand.
By now it is midday

So if fine out to the garden to inspect the area making sure everything is ok. Possibly around it it 2/3 times if feeling energetic. So that is the leg movement done.

Then possibly bum exercise by sitting on it until teatime when jaw exercise takes over for the third time that day.

Then it is the reverse of the morning for getting up.:wink:
I say tongue in cheek

So as you can see I get plenty of exercise without over doing it

forget all this nonsense

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You haven’t quite got the hang of this exercise lark have you, Realspeed?:confused:
Each to their own I guess:-)

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Realspeed, we are not so far apart when it comes to exercise. For example, I also dress in the morning. It is well known on this exercise thread that in addition to burning a calorie or two, dressing is one of my most noble and consistent forms of public service.

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Like your style, Surfermom. I’m somewhat lacking in the tact department;-)

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After a family friend a few years ago, who was a fitness fanatic, died at a very early age of his mid 30’s, I wonder if or how easy it is to over do it with this fitness thing

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Keeping fit does not guarantee longevity Realspeed, and neither does smoking condemn everyone to a long lingering death of Lung Cancer. My Gran, God rest her soul, smoked ‘Roll Up’s and Players Navy Cut’ all of her life since the age of ten, she finally passed away at the age of 89 while refereeing a kids five a side football match on the local park…Tragic!

My point is though, life is a lottery, you never know when your number is up.
‘Fanaticism’ is relative. To the sedate (Like yourself) a fanatic would apply to the runner who turns out for a couple of easy miles three times a week - Perhaps like myself - But to Mo Farrar a fanatic would be someone who trains twice a day seven days a week, covering in excess of a hundred miles per week (I have had friends like this, who either no longer run, or are deceased)…:frowning:

Without knowing your young chaps medical history it would be impossible to surmise what caused his unfortunate demise, but running for a bus might just as easily turned out the same result for him.

I’ve never run to keep fit Realspeed. I’m what’s called an ‘accidental runner’ I loved to go out walking on the moors and found that doing a bit of jogging through the week helped me to keep up with my companions at the weekend. But the excitement of running grew inside me like a tumour, and before long I had to choose some new friends who could keep up with me, and I progressed to racing over long distances. At school I was always the last to be picked (together with the fat kid) for any team being that I was the smallest and weakest in the class.
My Mum wrote notes to excuse me from running the cross country because I hated it and always came last…

Suddenly I found something that I excelled at, running long distances, and runners who I considered my heroes were left in my wake as I ran my way to victory after victory (Well a couple of 8th and tenth places…:slight_smile: I moved on to the marathon and ran thirty six big ones…
Well you get the idea…:cool:

Now my fitness, speed and distance trickles through my fingers like fine sand and I must accept the inevitable age related deterioration and dodgy ticker, but my resolution and determination is as strong now as it’s ever been and I will not give up my gift easily…
There’s more…But Mrs Fox grows impatient…:frowning: