< previous message | next message >
Note: This is an archived message from our old discussion software. Join the current discussion here.
Even pre-9-11, sledgehammers and airplanes just didn't mix. So what's a shovelglover to do when he flies on vacation? This was the conundrum I had to face last week. Honestly, my plan was just to skip exercise completely, lie on the beach and relax for 7 days. But I got antsy. I'm so used to my 14 minutes every weekday that I had to do something. The economy hotel we were staying at didn't have much of a gym, so I didn't really have any props. But I figured the spirit of shovelglove: imagination, resourcefulness, and schedualistically insignificant time would be enough. So for 14 minutes each day, I did whatever exercises I could think of to perform in the limited confines of our hotel room, from pushups to situps, to backpack curls and sack hoists, to the "wall of pain." Not nearly as much fun as swinging a sledgehammer, but not a bad workout. By the end of the 14 minutes I was pretty winded, and couldn't do a single pushup or situp more. I think this represents a new zen-like level of shovelglove mastery: shovelgloveless shovelglove, shovelglove of the spirit. Be that as it may, it's nice to be home swinging actual steel again! |
© 2002-2005 Reinhard Engels, All Rights Reserved.