Ramblings of a Bald Man

It turns out that Sylvester Stallone and I have something in common.  We’re both getting back into shape.  I’m not getting up at 5am, drinking raw eggs for breakfast or punching sides of beef.  However, I have been getting my sorry self back into the weight room and instead of running up the steps to wherever that is, I’ve been getting on the stair-climber.  Liz has been going with me too.  Even though I’m weak and I just don’t have the stamina I used to, it’s always interesting that I have that base strength still there.  Monday I was declining 245 on sets of 8 and last night I was able to do shrugs with 295.  I’m getting there.  The sad part is how much it’s wearing me out.  If I can keep at it and keep my asthma at bay, maybe I’ll be back up to benching 300 by the end of the spring semester.  That would be nice.