Tarzan Confronts Jane

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Thought this was pretty funny.


I went to the gym to do some lifting. 


And low and behold, someone had left this funny message:


“Dear Tarzan,
Please put the heavy weights back so I can move the bar up and down.”
Thank you,
Jane”


How creative a message was that!


Tarzan and Jane, nice sense of humor. 


Effectively asks for what she wants–put away the weights when you’re done!


Is polite about it–please and thank you.


Must’ve worked because the bar was unencumbered and moving up and down fine, and there was no leftover heavy weights to be found. 


A little thoughtful note can go a long way. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Doing It On One Leg

Always finding people with new and creative ways to work out (and torture their bodies).



The gentleman does the stairs on one leg…



Down not so bad (but keeping your balance probably a little challenging). 



Up, one after the other, pretty impressive. 



And he did this routine again and again.



The fitness craze is taking shape…hopefully eclipsing the sedentary and gross carb diets people have adopted over the years.



Carbs, as good as they may taste (although I think you don’t even really taste them as people shovel it in), should be banned or at least greatly limited as an addictive harmful substance.



And sitting all day at a desk, not what otherwise healthy people were meant to do, also big no-no.



We can’t let ourselves become a society of shlubs getting fat, tired, and unhealthy–it’s part of a trend of depressive and destructive personal and social behavior. 



I really think we need a Western fitness revolution–not body-worshiping–just a good healthy balanced lifestyle where we become planetary survivors again and not a bunch of virtual couch potatoes that want to make you puke. 😉



(Source Video: Andy Blumenthal)

Running With Parachute

Running Parachute

So I took this photo at the athletic field. 


This guy was running.


But he had a parachute tied to his buttocks. 


A little extra resistance to get into shape. 


While a parachute can be helpful (in fact lifesaving) if you’re jumping from an airplane.


It can also be a hinderance if your trying to run across a big open field as fast as you can. 


Parachute + Air = Resistance. 


I asked the guy how much this running parachute cost and he told me it was about $30.


Not bad to vary up the workout a little and pull not just yourself, but an entire airstream with you. 


It’s interesting how people wanting to excel look for ways to improve their game by challenging themselves.


As if running lightening fast in the hot sun wasn’t hard enough.


Let’s add a parachute or maybe a bag of heavy rocks to the mix.


The problem is that while the training can be good now, we may pay a physical price for it later in life. 


He/she-man can take a lot of physical abuse, but maybe there is also long term wear and tear on the body. 


I think perhaps, the best outcome from challenging your body and soul is the inner strength you get from determination and exercise of your will to succeed. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

613 Calories

613 Exercise

So today I tested out a hypothesis about seeing 613. 


I tried to do it intentionally. 


I was getting my activity, and lo and behold, I see that I am at 612 calories burned so far. 


Oh, how cool–I can capture 613 in a another second or two. 


And I continue my activity looking intently at the Apple Watch monitor. 


Okay, 613 now!


No, now!


How about now? 


But it doesn’t come. 


I am waiting for it.


It can’t come on my terms.


Next thing I know, the calorie counter jumps from 612 to 616.


I can’t believe it. 


I couldn’t capture the 613 when I wanted to. 


Every other time so far has been–we’ll it’s just been. 


And maybe that’s the whole point. 😉


(Source Photo: Rebecca Blumenthal)

Walking It Good

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Took a nice walk with my honey.


Down the Bethesda Trolley Trail.


Needs a little repaving work.


But it’s nice lush green at this time of year. 


The exercise is good (and my diet appreciates it). 


And of course, spending time together talking and bonding is the road best traveled. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Exercise It Dirty

Exercise

So these ladies and gents are exercising underground in the Metro tunnel. 


They have grabbed the banister underneath and are doing pullups. 


However, the tunnels are really ick!


Often a sheltering place for the unfortunate, homeless, and sick trying to get out with their belongings from the cold or rainy weather. 


And the smell of urine is not uncommon even with the CCTV cameras at either end, 


Nice to workout and toughen up, but this is more than a share of morning wash up or hand sanitizer can deal with. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

 

Letting It Out

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We hit the boxing gym last night for a little tour. 


Guys and gals working out on the punching bags, mitts, and pads. 


It was great to see the energy–push ups, sits ups, weaving and jabbing, kicks, and more. 


They even had an Israeli self-defense class, taught by what I believe was a non-Israeli–that was a little strange.  


I asked one guy who looked like he’d been around the block there, if he was one of the instructors, and he told me how he’s been boxing for 30 years. 


Curious, I said “What did you do before boxing?” He said, “Fighting! I’ve been fighting my entire life.”


Anyway, whoever is laying around the house in front of the boob tube day and night–you need to get out and try some moving and shaking. 


Great stuff, and right in the mold of my role model, Rocky!  😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Old Pool Out, New Pool In

Pool Makeover
So the pool is getting a major makeover. 



That’s what happens when it starts to get some cracks. 



It had to be drained a couple of weeks ago. 



Then they came in with drills and have been ripping up the pool and removing the floor and sides ever since. 



Next up a brand new coat of swimming pool — concrete and tiles. 



Followed by a top-to-bottom cleaning and shining up until it’s spick and span.



Right now it looks so gross, but when it’s done it will be awesome again.



Can’t wait–I need my laps and hydrotherapy. 😉



(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Helpless And Helping

Feet

The following is all true.


So I dreamed last night a scary dream…


I was lying prone in a horizontal but bent position.


My clothes were tattered rags and my legs bare.


I could see my legs, but could not move them–at all. 


The bottom of the legs by the ankles were completely skinny, diseased and bright sore red (like burnt), and the skin was falling off them.


I knew I was in immense pain, but could not feel anything.


My legs completely useless, in hopelessness, I looked upward and called out:


“Father! Father! Father!” 


I was looking for my dad, and hoping for him to come and help me somehow. 


Then, my voice turned and called:


“Father that art in heaven” and repeated this again. 


I was turning to G-d as the only one who could help me when everything else was stripped away. 


Then I awoke, and I was very afraid and yet somehow comforted–I had turned heavenward and found G-d. 


Later this morning, I went to the pool for a swim and as part of my post surgery rehabilitation. 


As I was swimming, I saw an old somewhat hunchback lady come to the pool.


I recognized her from other days when she does a little self-defined exercise routine against the side of the pool. 


But today, her lane at the sides were taken. 


Seeing that she was upset and couldn’t do her exercise in the center of the pool, I stopped swimming and went over to her.


I said, “Why don’t you share with me (there is plenty of room)?”


She hesitated and I could see maybe she needed help getting under the swim rope that divides the lanes, so I lifted it for her and told her reassuringly, “It’s no problem.”


And then she went under and did her exercise thing–and we shared.


It was such a small thing for me, but yet I could see it was a big deal for her–she was old and I could tell that she needed her routine.

The following is all true.


So I dreamed last night a scary dream…


I was lying prone in a horizontal but bent position.


My clothes were tattered rags and my legs bare.


I could see my legs, but could not move them–at all. 


The bottom of the legs by the ankles were completely skinny, diseased and bright sore red (like burnt), and the skin was falling off them.


I knew I was in immense pain, but could not feel anything.


My legs completely useless, in hopelessness, I looked upward and called out:


“Father! Father! Father!” 


I was looking for my dad (who I know deeply loved me and vice versa), and hoping for him to come and help me somehow. 


Then, my voice turned and called:


“Father that art in heaven” and repeated this again. 


I was turning to G-d as the only one who could help me when everything else was stripped away. 


Then I awoke, and I was very afraid and yet somehow comforted–I had turned heavenward and found G-d. 


Later this morning, I went to the pool for a swim and as part of my post surgery rehabilitation. 


As I was swimming, I saw an old somewhat hunchback lady come to the pool.


I recognized her from other days when she does a little self-defined exercise routine against the side of the pool. 


But today, her lane at the sides were taken. 


Seeing that she was upset and couldn’t do her exercise in the center of the pool, I stopped swimming and went over to her.


I said, “Why don’t you share with me (there is plenty of room)?”


She hesitated and I could see maybe she needed help getting under the swim rope that divides the lanes, so I lifted it for her and told her reassuringly, “It’s no problem.”


And then she went under and did her exercise thing–and we shared.


It was such a small thing for me, but yet I could see it was a big deal for her–she was old and I could tell that she needed her routine.


Sort of funny but, when I offered to help, I could practically here the angels of heaven let out a little song of joy–seriously, I did. 


And I thought to myself…Andy, you can learn!  😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)


Sort of funny but, when I offered to help, I could practically here the angels of heaven let out a little song of joy–seriously, I did. 


And I thought to myself…Andy, you can learn!  😉


(Source Photo: Dannielle Blumenthal)

There Is Today!

Racquetball

I’ve always enjoyed physical fitness.


While I’ve lost some mobility with my hips…


I am trying to make the most of every day.


Rebecca is showing me the ropes with racquetball, and even Dossy tried it. 


A friend told me: “There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only today!” 😉


(Source Photo: Dannielle Blumenthal)