Hingham, MA, day ten, part II

It’s hard out here for a Gimp, so one for my homies me.  No, two for me, then Thor: The Dark World on Xfinity On Demand, then bed.

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Hingham, MA, day ten, part I

From Tombstone:

Wyatt Earp: “How you feelin’ Doc?”

“Doc” Holliday: “Wyatt, I am rolling.”

Well, this day, I am rolling.  Boss called at 2145 hours last night to tell me he’s taking the rest of the week off to hang out with his kids during their Spring Break, so there will be no one looking over my shoulder for the rest of the week.  The streets are clear of snow, although there are 18-foot piles of “Connecticut Cocaine” pushed to either side of them by the plows that ran from 0900 – 2300 last night, so this morning’s run was in nicely cold weather, but no tromping through snow…I know my sneakers appreciate that.

No weights today, I’m lifting so heavy that I’ve decided to go back to a very old split I used to follow: Tuesday, chest and back, Thursday, biceps and triceps, Saturday legs, and Sunday delts and traps.  After all these years, no one needs to remind me that muscles grow when they are recovering, not while they are being worked – So let’s give them plenty of time to recover, and make sure protein intake stays at 300g / day seven days a week and carbs at 50-ish grams per day on rest days and 100-120g per day on weight training days, give them plenty of fuel to grow as well.

Should be an easy ride to the weekend for the rest of this week, and at my age, one has learned to appreciate that.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day nine, part V

Part V?  Really?  Well, I guess that’s what working from “home” begets.  Sadly, the office will be open tomorrow and things will go back to normal, I’ve enjoyed the day by myself, got a lot of work done over the VPN and on conference calls, cleaned up the kitchen, hell, I even took a nap.

Just chowed down on dinner: Grass fed beef patties (Trader Joe’s), topped with bacon (Shop & Save), cheddar cheese (Trader Joe’s), a dash of seasoned salt (Trader Joe’s), and diced red onion (Trader Joe’s), with a teaspoon of Trader Joe’s Deli Style Spicy Mustard (not shown). Mighty tasty.  Mighty and tasty.  Oh, and it’s not that I’m low-carbing and afraid of hamburger buns, it’s that I’m out of bread and buns altogether, and I wasn’t about to venture out into the ice and snow just for that…


Next time I think I’ll throw a fried egg on top of each patty as well.

Out here.

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 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 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 I

That thing I wrote a few hours ago about not sleeping well? Here it is, 0200, and I’m wide awake with a pounding headache. Not having had a chance to eat actual food yesterday, I drank all 250g of my protein in pre-made shakes, and when I do that, I don’t drink water, so I get dehydrated – Thus the headache.

Can’t take an Excedrin, the caffeine in it will just keep me awake, so I’ll lie here miserably hoping I can get back to sleep after chugging 32oz of water.

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. Tonight it’s my turn to be the bug.