Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mission. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2009

progress

My quest for renewed buffness is in full swing. I started this mission a month ago after realizing I look pretty ridiculous at the pool with my spaghetti arms and chicken legs. Not to mention my non-existent ass. I know...too much information.

Since I made this declaration, I've been working out fairly consistant -- at least four evenings a week. I think I can see a difference. HotMomma says she does, but I don't know if she's just saying it to build my confidence. Hopefully she's not f#%king with me.

Now that I'm back to working out regularly, I also want to get into something to get the heart pounding, blood flowing and sweat pouring. Yesterday, as I was driving to work I passed at least 15 people out for a morning run. It made me think I want to start doing that again. Years ago I used to do it in the evenings. I would put my headphones on and just take off. It was exhilirating.

Right now it's too hot during the day, but early morning, just as the sun creeps over Sunrise Mountain in the east, the weather is ideal. It's warm, but not too warm. So I think in the next week or two I'm going to start. And I think I'll keep my shirt on for now.

First thing's first though...I need to buy new running shoes. After a recent purge of old and worn out shoes, I'm down to only dress shoes for work and sandals. It's time for a trip to the outlet mall.


Tuesday, May 5, 2009

a mission

VegasDad circa 2003:
A consistent gym regimen (before kids, blog, etc.) and 190 lbs. of pure muscle.

VegasDad present day:
Haven't been to the gym in ages, feeling out-of-shape, pathetic and not even 160 lbs. of softness.

We've got a mission my friends. I'm on a quest to regain the glory of my days of peak physical shape. I don't want to be 190 lbs. again, but a nice muscle-toned body somewhere in between my current weight and my former would be nice. I'm being realistic because, let's face it, I'm no longer in my 20s. And frankly, I don't have the time and energy anymore to commit to what is required to be my previous self. 

Anyways, stay tuned. And if you hear or see me slacking, feel free to tear me apart with your words of disappointment and disgust. 
 

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