My friend Ron Allan forwards a lot of interesting material to me, and I acknowledge him as the source of the following two slivers of good advice:
Dietary: “Eat what grandma used to eat.”
Life style: “Exertion and exercise, like grandpa used to do.”
That’s not an either/or thing, by the way. If you eat dripping sandwiches and treacle pudding, as many grandmas did not so long ago, you need to do 10 hours of hard physical labour six days a week.
Yesterday I rowed 500m – not on an actual lake or river, but on a rowing machine in a gym. I rowed hard and was panting at the end. My average power output was 152 watts.
Were I able to row like that for 8 hours per day, six days per week, my output would be equivalent to 5% of the electrical energy that Mrs SG and I consume.
If my efforts were rewarded in cash, at a rate corresponding to the average price we pay for electricity, I would be earning about US$2 per week. Maybe electricity is not so absurdly expensive after all.
So why am I stroppy? Because a calculation like that makes me feel feeble and inadequate!
I am happy to welcome rhinofitnessonline to my blog. I have not written anything fitness-related as yet, except my layman’s guide to dieting, but I am a regular visitor to my local gym and I do try to keep in shape.
My big enemy is boredom. I can handle the pain of pumping iron and the like, but I get bored easily. I know this is a problem for other people too, so I will share with the world my own tricks for overcoming it.
- First, I role-play. When I’m lifting weights I become Rocky Balboa. When I’m on the rowing machine I’m in the Oxford and Cambridge Boat Race. On the cross-trainer I’m walking uphill through the snow to rescue a tipsy St Bernard.
- Second, I have targets and personal records to beat. This applies mainly to the rowing machine. My target is to row 500m within 2 minutes 20 seconds; my record is 2 minutes 9 seconds.
- Third, I vary my routine. Every so often I drop one of my regular exercises and try something new.
- Fourth, I have something specific to think about while I’m exercising. I’m writing a book at the moment* so I use my gym-time to work out the next twist in the plot.
I also made a rule that I eat chocolate only on gym-days. That helps if I’m tempted to skip a day.
* Actually a trilogy, of which the first book is called ‘Eeks’. It will be published as an e-book very soon.