My middle years seem to be taken up with resolving unfinished business from my youth: getting my bachelors degree, mastering model rocketry, watching Carl Sagan’s Cosmos from start to finish. The next one: getting physically fit.
(Oh, I had enough strength and stamina to do what needed doing. But I’ve never, ever been “objectively” fit. It’s far past time to correct that. And if I can’t do it on my own, right now, then what comes next doesn’t bear speculation.)
I’m not going to spam you with the details of what I will be doing, except to reassure you that it is:
- safe: I’ve seen my doctor and gotten a green light;
- progressive: it starts slow and builds at a reasonable tempo;
- about performance: the job is to meet the simple goals. Anything else that happens is gravy.
- scientific (of course!): the goals are based on age- and gender-appropriate norms derived from a long heritage of research.
I reworked the plan a little bit since the last Facebook post, making the endgame a little more reachable and leaving me room to keep climbing afterwards. But the resolution to not cut the hair remains. Yes, I need to get pictures going.
This is the first report of up to 33, chronicling events between 30 Aug 2010 and 11 Apr 2011.