It occurs to me that I may be a little rigid about my workout routine.
A trainer at the YMCA set it up a couple of years ago, and I haven’t changed a thing.
The resistance machines are first. I start on the left side and continue along the front row. Then I do the 2 thigh machines in the third row, and 2 sets on the sit-up machine. I finish up with 22 minutes on the treadmill and a 5-minute cool-down.
I’m on a very tight schedule. If I leave the office at 5, I have barely enough time to get to the Y, get through the weights and sit-ups and get to the treadmill (one in the back rows with its own TV) no later than 5:40 central time.
I can’t miss Bret Baier’s All Star Panel discussion on Fox News.
If I’m running late, something’s got to give so I can be in front of the TV by 5:40. The sit-ups are the first to go. If I weren’t rushing to watch this show, I’d be doing lots more sit-ups and I’d have rock-hard abs.
I hold Bret Baier personally responsible for the flabby state of my abdominal muscles.
I’m open to many political opinions – right, left and center. While I find Fox’s endless erectile dysfunction commercials somewhat off-putting, it doesn’t matter. I’m hooked.
I don’t even watch the whole show, just the panel discussion. They have a rotating pantheon of experts and most of them are good. If I’m being honest, it doesn’t matter who else is on the panel. I watch the show mainly to see Charles Krauthammer.
It’s much more than the usual girl/boy crush – I admire Charles for his mind. His analyses are well thought out and succinct. Whether delivered with the sternness of a judge or a wryly self-deprecating smile, his opinions are generally spot-on.
I think he’s married, and I’m sure his principles are much too lofty to allow for any fooling around. Oh, and mine, too. My principles are really, really lofty, too. I was thinking of a more cerebral coupling, something along the lines of the Vulcan Mind Meld. I just hope the purity of my intentions keeps this out of Jimmy Carter’s “already sinned in my heart” category.
I am not delusional. I know this relationship is going nowhere, but a girl can dream. Perhaps, someday, Charles and I will meet, if only in writing. We’ll trade witty, yet profound, commentary on the state of society. I will be an acolyte, sitting at his cyber feet. He’ll chuckle at my blog. I’ll cherish every communiqué.
Until then, I’m going to try to be a little more flexible about my workout. Maybe I should start with the treadmill, then go to the weights and finish with the sit-ups. I could add ½ hour to the workout, cover everything, and really get this body in shape!
Nah. See you tomorrow, Brett, Charles. 5:40 central time.