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Three Months and Twelve Pounds Later

I have been dieting and exercising in the past three months in a competition with my coworkers to lose the highest percentage of weight. I’m not some calorie counter that has been counting every grain of rice. Weekends have been for me to eat whatever I want, including all-I-did-eat Korean BBQ. I checked my weight and I’m down twelve pounds! Hell yeah! That’s impressive for me especially since I’ve put on some muscle too. Who knew that my chest was screwed on upside down this whole time? The final weigh in is tomorrow. I’m not sure if I’m going to win, but I feel pretty good about my efforts and results so far.

Still it wouldn’t hurt to pad the results. Is anyone a doctor that wants to draw a few pints of blood from me tonight? I’ll split the winnings with you.

Riding in Circles

Since I’ve picked up biking, Michelle has wanted to go with me. I fixed her old bike up a bit and we’ve ridden around in circles inside her gated community. I don’t need the scenery for the bike ride, so I’d be glad to do that, except the speed bumps hurt me in special areas.

Today was our first adventure outside on public roads and pathways together. I planned a route through the nearby neighborhoods. The reason we rode around the neighborhood was because we didn’t want to ride on any major thoroughfares. Having only biked along the beach, the hills in the area made for a pretty good workout.

Our 4.5 mile route to nowhere.

I’m Wasting Away Here

My trip to Michigan was tiring as hell, but you already knew that. Even though I was tired there was something that put a smile on my face. One of the employees at the factory, who is in charge of a lot of the hospitality of incoming groups saw me and immediately said, “Did you lose weight?” Like a real man that never steps on a scale, I have no idea. I said, “No, I think it’s all still there.” She still had a look of disbelief as if I had dropped twenty pounds.

I know no one in my office notices. Maybe they’re not noticing it, because we see me regularly. They can’t see the slow metamorphosis I am undergoing. I will eventually be a modern day Greek god, you know one of those statues with big muscles and equally big undercarriages.

Oh Yeah, The Olympics

With all the important stuff going on (Pineapple Express, Tropic Thunder), I haven’t written a single thing about The Olympics. As I don’t watch much television anymore, most of my news has been coming from reading news online, which is probably much better for my sleep schedule. A lot of people are losing sleep staying up late watching.

As a red blooded American, I am rooting wholeheartedly for USA in everything, whether or not they are expected to be medal contenders. Unlike some of my friends, there is no sentiment of consolation if China, the country of of my ethnic background, is the one beating American to the medals.

Still, I am very impressed with what China has done with their Olympic program. They are set to be the dominant country in the next two or three Olympics. I’m sure they run a strict program, and I wouldn’t want to be this guy. Keep on eye on him. It might be the last time you ever see him again. You don’t bring shame to your nation and live to tell about it.

Other than the redemption of men’s basketball, the events I am following most closely are the swimming events. I am also paying attention to one particular athlete, Michael Phelps. There’s something about a man in a Speedo We all know the story of his pursuit to become the greatest Olympian of all time by grabbing eight gold medals. The man is a machine. He is 6’4″, consumes over 10,000 calories a day, and he can’t break 200lbs. I’d love to be on that diet. I guess it is the fuel he needs to kick ass.

My favorite Phelps victory thus far was the 4×100 Free Relay, where we beat France after they claimed, “The Americans? We will smash them.” What did we learn, France? Don’t even bother shaving your pits for the swimming pool. Tell your women to do it instead.

I’ll Kick Your Ass…

I’ve been doing various activities involving physical ability. Well it’s time to add another one. I just purchased a Wii Fit. I’m about to blast those quads, while keeping up my balance and flexibility. I will kick your ass…online.

Biker Gang

Last night I spent some time with Kyung. He’s moving up north for work, and this was one of my last chances to see him before he takes off. We decided on biking from PV to Hermosa for a few drinks. Harrison and Susan joined us. I thought this wouldn’t be a problem like last time, since we were only going half the distance. Nope! Ariane and Gregg were running a little behind, so we had time to go all the way to El Segundo again before hitting Hermosa. I was also hoping Susan would be the weak link and let me travel at a slow pace, but apparently spin classes really do work. It wasn’t nearly as bad as last time though.

Trying make rude gestures for the photo. Crotches forward!

Susan and Harrison, looking like a newspaper delivery boy.

Trying to get creative with the camera. Who’s got the lightsaber?

Almost at the end.

He’s making a break for it!

These last couple pictures were taken at the end of our ride, by the refinery in El Segundo. I wasn’t sure which of these pictures looked more stupid, so I’ll let you guys decide. As the timer counted down for these pictures Kyung yelled, “Yeah, bikes!” It’s the same chant he has when he gets excited for anything.

Harrison looks grumpy.

Fun times.

3-Day Weekend = Good Time

Today is my Friday. I took tomorrow off, because:

I really love the Olympics.
I have to celebrate 08/08/08.
I’m going to bike to a bar and try to ride back home.

While the rest of you may not have taken the time off, make sure you have a good time with your regular weekend. Take some risks. You never know what you’ll find.

I Think I Broke Me

Yesterday I went biking with Andrew and Fred along the beach. I have not ridden a bike in sixteen years, nor have I done any cardio working in quite a while. Let me tell you. My pushup regiment does not help in the cycling arena.

This was our approximate route, eight miles in each direction. I am not ashamed to admit that this was far too long for my first ride in over one and a half decades. I think I could have much better managed a trip to Hermosa, grabbing a beer at Hennessy’s, and turning around. Instead we went all the way to the power plant in El Segundo.

Here’s the proof we went to El Segundo. I would have used flash, but the low light makes us look better, and the background comes out. You can see storage tanks and stacks behind us. I’m smiling, but I am in a world of pain. My legs were on fire any time I tired to pedal faster than cruising speed. I had to stop at each pier to rest my legs.

To top it off, my seat was very uncomfortable. You know the part on your body where your butt starts to form from the front to the back? That whole area was going numb. There was definitely a lack of circulation going on down there. I kept trying to stand and pedal to get off my seat, but my legs wouldn’t let me do that for long. You know that annoying, shooting sensation you get when you have a part of your body fall asleep, and you move to a position that lets the blood start moving? Imagine that, where your undercarriage resides and for two hours. I need to get one of those big squishy seats.

I got back and my legs felt like they were going to fall off. I figured I would have trouble walking today. Surprisingly my legs don’t hurt very much, but I think that’s only because my ass hurts so bad. (Insert gay jokes here.) My ass is bruised and sore, and I’m honestly afraid to use the bathroom. I’ll leave you with that. Think about that image this weekend.

I Don’t Even Know Me!

A week ago I was talking on the phone with Michelle when Andrew called me. He said he was coming over shortly. I told Michelle I forgot that Andrew was going to come over and take a look at my bike, so we could go riding sometime. Michelle blurted out, “[You, riding a bike?] I don’t even know you!” I’m going riding tomorrow for an hour or two. If you told me two weeks ago that I would be riding a bike for fun and exercise and doing a pushup routine for six weeks, I would have called you crazy. Why do I have this sudden urge to do these activities? I don’t know if I have a good answer for that. I guess I get tired of work, which consumes most of my life. While new challenges are always present, it still seems so monotonous. I put these little activities in to change the scenery without changing focus on the big thing, work.

My goal for tomorrow is to ride without having my butt fall asleep. Those seats just don’t come with enough cushion. I don’t have any long term cycling goals, as this may be a one time thing, but who knows? Maybe you’ll be accusing me of doping in the next Tour de France.

Having Serious Doubts

I’ve started my journey to doing 100 consecutive pushups. I am looking at the amount of pushups I have done so far and thinking about how much I’ve struggled. I am now wondering if this is even possible. I went back to the site to make sure I was doing things correctly. I’veĀ  completed day two of week one tonight, and I can’t lift my arms to type. I can feel tiredness and soreness shoot up my arms for every key press as I type. Can anyone in any sort of decent physical shape confirm that it’s supposed to be this hard?