OK, so to recap, 18 rounds of Cindy. Just pullups, pushups, and squats with no weight. I’m incredibly sore today as is everyone except for one of the women at the gym who is built like a fireplug and is probably lying. Who makes it through Cindy without some residual pain?

I’m signed up for a “Mountain Athlete” seminar this weekend where the guy talks about training for climbing. I signed up just because it sounds interesting, not because I’m a climber. We’re probably doing a grueling workout to begin with, but I figure I can always play the age card (I’ll probably be the oldest guy there).

My brother-in-law just turned 45 yesterday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER) and he was telling me that he feels old. I know old. I was talking to one of the women at the gym and her mom is my age. Of course her mom is an ultramarathoner and runs more in one weekend than I do in a month or maybe even a year but that’s beside the point. Maybe I’ll just show up to the seminar eating a corn dog and spend the day brushing doughnut crumbs off of my workout clothes.