It’s 10:30pm and the Move ring on my AppleWatch hasn’t closed yet, and I’ve only four minutes of my 30 minutes of exercise done. I was just having so much fun hanging with Harry that I didn’t want to leave the room and take care of business.
I have 90 minutes to don26 minutes of exercise and I am terminally out of shape.
It should be a gimme. It’s not.
Wish me luck, folks.
Twice this week I didn’t close my Activity App rings until after 11:00pm. Today I wrapped it up by 2:15pm.
Suck it, morbid obesity.
I’ve been so busy today that I didn’t even start my exercise until 9:45pm or so. I finished at about 11:30. Done.
Normal people would have started at 9:45 and ended at 10:15. When you are as morbidly out of shape as I am it doesn’t work that way. For me it’s more like exercise for a few minutes then rest and recover, then repeat for almost two hours.
I closed that 30 minute exercise ring though. I wasn’t sure I’d pull it off, but I made it. Shocking.
It’s 11:00. Past my bedtime.
I still have 11 minutes of exercise to do today. I’m trying to cram it all in at the last minute. My legs are so pissed off at me right now.
I’m sure Jen can get you the address to send flowers to when I kick it. Yippee.
ADDENDUM: I closed the exercise ring with 26 minutes to spare, and I lived to tell the tale.
I cleaned the bathroom, did all of the laundry, made dinner, played a ton of guitar, and closed all three rings.
I’m ready for zombies now.
If you’re curious what hell looks like to me right this minute…..
So there’s a game or something tonight? I saw that the Buffalo Sabers were playing the Montreal Canadiens in what must have been the lamest match up of the century so far, but that was earlier. What game is everyone talking about?
Har har har.
Clearly I am not watching the Super Bowl, though my bass player let it drop yesterday that he’s in one of the two cities represented in the game. I wonder what the volume level in public spaces is like there. Hopefully they don’t go through what Boston used to go through with riots near Northeastern. Those were bad ends to great experiences.
It dawned on me today that by taking tomorrow off, my co-workers are going to assume I was planning for a Sunday full of drunken revelry. Dudes couldn’t be further off if they tried.
I worked on music quite a bit today, but not as much as I would have liked. I snuck some singing in when no one was looking and at the moment I have three songs with vocals complete and six more ready to go for a (weather permitting) car music in the morning. I seriously considered doing some car music during the super bowl but knowing my luck I would get t-boned by some drunk football fan trying to find his way to the next super bowl party. You know how it is.
Tomorrow I am meeting with the surgeon who, hopefully, will someday perform my weight loss surgery. I am pretty nervous but far from panicked. A little part of me is expecting her to tell me that I am not qualified and I should just go home and hurry up that inevitable heart attack. I guess that counts as nerves. You know how it is.
Okay. My exercise bike is calling me. I just wasted 61 minutes watching a cool YouTube video about Les Pauls. Time to go get some exercise minutes in.
Wish me luck.
The iOS activity app that’s tied to the Apple Watch gives these little challenges every now and then and I like to complete them because I am easily manipulated by technology.
It had a challenge for the Lunar New Year to do one workout of at least 20 minutes between February 1st and 15th. I decided that today was the day. I was going to hop up on that exercise bike and ride for 20 minutes. I brought up an episode of Tacoma FD (s3ep12 Pickleball) on my iPad and put it on the little iPad holder on the bike’s handle bars. Then I told my wife that if she heard a loud crash coming from the bedroom it was likely because I died trying to ride the bike for 20 minutes, and off I went.
I actually went for 21 minutes. The Activity app triggers exercise time based on your heart rate and for the first minute of my workout (which I tracked in the Workout App because I am not only easily manipulated by technology, but I am also chemically dependent on using technology for everything imaginable) my heart rate did not increase enough. I wanted the 20 minute workout, but I also wanted 20 minutes worth of exercise time on the app, so I had to throw in an extra minute.
What a feeling of accomplishment! Well… I assume I would have a feeling of accomplishment for catching the little carrot that the little app dangled in front of me, but my legs hurt so much that I can’t acknowledge any feelings other than aches and pain and a general sense of blissful, pain masking numbness.
The next challenge is to do 30 minutes of exercise on Valentine’s Day. That’s no worry. I want to do 30 minutes total every day, so it’s a gimmie. Assuming I can get my legs to move again. That’s sort of a big if right now.
Wow. Biking fool. Biking in his good shoes.
Do I sound like a broken record?
One week down. The entire rest of my life to go.
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