Hingham, MA, day nine, part III – Dorian’s way

Meh.  That wasn’t even uncomfortable.  Too many years in Germany I suppose, “miserable” for most folks is refreshing for me…Even after living in Georgia for the past 19 years.

The run was actually pleasant, it’s hard to work up a sweat in +/- 40 degree weather with sheets of freezing rain coming down.  The gym, on the other hand, well, that was unpleasant, but it’s supposed to be.

Today’s nemeses:

It’s far too early to evaluate this new hybrid HIT training routine I copied directly from Dorian Yates’ description of it (the man has been retired for years, he has no reason to keep secrets about his training) – There’s obviously no visible difference in my appearance, but I will say this: I’m getting a lot stronger, and rapidly so.  I’ll give the routine twelve weeks before deciding how much I like it, by then it will be time to switch up training plans anyhow.  If you do the same thing every week all year around, your body gets used to it and gains come more slowly, if at all…But that’s news to no one.

Cool off, take a shower, get dressed (even on days when the office is closed, I can’t seem to bring myself to wear sweats or pajamas…It’s a work day, even if I’m working from “home”), then prepare for my 0800 check-in call with the boss.  So far, the great blizzard of March, 2018, is a major disappointment.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day nine, part II

0500, and your friendly neighborhood Not-So-Bad Man still sees no snow.  Oh, sheets of freezing rain aplenty, and howling winds, but snow?  Nope.

The scientific “meteorologists” have changed weather.com to read:


For today.  Me, I’m more worried about flooding than I am snow, but water’s had it’s fair share of chances to kill me already, if it was going to do so, it would have done it by now.  That for water.  I’m going for a run, see you all when I get back.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day nine, part I

It’s 0200 here, just woke up slapping myself in the face again (that stupid dream about the freaking bugs in Panama), and as usual, I’ll probably be up for an hour before I can get back to sleep.

Just looked out the front door, not a flake of snow to be seen…Either a) As I’ve always suspected, “meteorologists” just make s*** up, or b) The hideous expected snowfall will start after I go to bed.  I can hear the wind, anyway, and the current forecast for today looks like this right now:


No matter.  My track suit and sweater are all laid out for my 0530 run, and odds are I’ll be the only person in the gym at 0600.  Fine with me.

WTH.  I’ll drink a 32g protein shake in a minute, then go lie down and force myself back to sleep, it’s chest / back day today, I’m going to need all the protein I can force down…This one and leg day are my two toughest sessions of the week.

You know, at age 53 all of this exercise is probably an indicator of insanity anyhow, one would think it would at least allow me to sleep through the night.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day eight

This is some old bulls***:


The “office” is closed tomorrow, so assuming I have power, I can at least work from “home” over the VPN – Boring work, putting together a description of why the 5.56 round fired from an M-4 Carbine is as effective as it is for programmers who’ve never fired a weapon in their lives.

Pretty standard day otherwise – Cooking meals that are easy to heat over a fire in case the power DOES go out.  All of the equipment in the gym is LifeFitness stuff and dumbbells, so no electricity required to get a workout in, and I’ve run five miles in the past in a h*** of a lot more than 18″ of snow, which is what we’re expecting tomorrow.

If you’re in the path of the storm, prepare tonight, and stay safe tomorrow.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day six, part I

The quest for 4000 calories a day begins…Protein shake, coffee, and this at 0500:

I’m going to have to add a second daily cardio session I see, something indoors, recumbent bicycle at the gym for thirty minutes perhaps. It’s just too dang cold for two runs a day.

Is it bad that I’m enjoying all of this exercise? We all know I “ain’t right in the head”, sometimes I wonder if I haven’t gone off the deep end.

Ah well. Better than spending my evenings and weekends in a bottle of booze to decompress, I suppose.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day five, part IV

Despite last night’s lack of sleep, my pre-workout supplement and a Red Bull, all mixed together in a shaker cup with a “blender ball” with 24g protein powder, allowed me to push through a surprisingly grueling delt / trap workout.

I got to work at 0730, and by 1130, not only was my a** dragging, I felt distinctly ill. I ate my 1//2 turkey and spicy mustard sandwich on multigrain toasted bread and a stick of low-fat string cheese with some effort, then spent a couple of hours zeroing fourteen brand, spanking new M-4 carbines, intending to eat the other half of the sandwich and a salad for lunch, but just the thought of eating almost made me puke. I forced down a 40g protein Muscle Milk to make up for the missed meal, then spent the rest of the work day cleaning, then tagging the weapons as zeroed, maintenance checked, and cleaned, turning them in to the arms room, then leaving for my temporary quarters, still feeling ill.

It didn’t occur to me until I began to cook dinner what the problem might be…Not enough calories to support this twelve week heavy lifting program I’m on (a HIT hybrid). So I made two 1/4 pound bison patties, a big bowl of mixed veggies, AND a bowl of granola cereal, forced it all down, and took a nap.

When I woke up, I felt good as new. Chugged. down two bottles of water, read John Adams for an hour, and am now showered and in bed as I write this.

So, I have to eat more, at least for the next nine weeks until I switch back to a more traditional split. By my new calculations I need 3800 (I’ll just round that up to an even 4000) calories and 300 grams of protein per day. That’s a lot of food (and whey protein “shakes”), so I’ll go shopping tomorrow for groceries and plastic containers, and spend Sunday cooking and packing a week’s worth of meals.

It’s a constant learning process, building muscle without getting fat, but when my first class of marksman candidates reports in, they’ll be evaluating me just as I’ll be evaluating them. I have no worries about my performance in the classroom or on the range, but these guys are half my age – I do not want to look anything but in my best condition, I know how these boys think. Staying in the best shape I can given my afflictions and old wounds has become like a second job.

At least it keeps me from dwelling too much on how much I miss my wife and home. There’s a silver lining in every cloud. Good night, and OUT here for the day.

Hingham, MA, day five, part III

Yep, the headache is gone, exercise is a miracle cure. I feel as clean as the driven slush…Although I’ve only been at work for an hour and I feel like I need a nap.

This is a first…I’m more destroyed on delts / traps day post workout than I usually am on leg day. I guess I moved more weight than I usually do since I won’t work out again until Monday, and I’ve eliminated “rest” between sets, replacing it with two minutes on the elliptical machine.

Out here.