Sweet lawdy! Just finished my wee luncheon after my workout session at the gym. I performed my first episode of Turbulence Training today. At least as I understand it. Perhaps I don’t understand it completely? No, I think I got it. Basically you warm up and then you do one set each of two exercises with weights with no rest in between the two exercises. Then you repeat this for a total of three sets. Then you do the same for two more pairs of exercises. It’s designed for weight loss and it’s similar to what I was doing with a trainer a year or so ago. But with the trainer we would work to failure on each exercise and this new regimen says not to do that. All I know is it took my 30 minutes and I was sweating like a maniac which I don’t usually do when I do my own version of pumping iron. It felt good. I shouldn’t judge by one go at this, now should I? Listen, I’m just trying to encourage my goddamn give-up-easily self, here. Anyway, after the weight workout I did interval training on the treadmill for 47:31 minutes, 4.83 miles, 703 calories followed by a 
swim of 25 minutes. I imagine that if I had started this sort of workout say 20 years ago I would be as lithe and lovely as the young gent I saw in the shower last night at the YMCA. I know the lord is laughing at me when someone like that walks in. Honest-to-goodness, no fat, muscles that are not large but are perfectly defined, abs that look like they’re a goddamn anatomy chart — you know, it looks like the skin is actually sutured to the damn muscle. I covet this look which is about six neuroses beyond ludicrous, I know. But seeing this sort of thing makes me twitch. I confess it here so I don’t start lunging at naked young men and ripping out chunks of their torsos with my own teeth. I think that’s best for the community as a whole and I like to do my part.
