We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A beast of a 60 year-old guy now begins his daily 1 1/2 hr workout at 4 am (before his finance day job starts) at my little neighborhood gym. So he opens the place up, turns on the heat before I get there around 5. The cheerful guy groans and grunts but that's ok with me. I like to hear people exerting themselves.
Just 2 of us in the place (unless I am doing weights with my boss-man) so we do token masking. Breathing is a good thing. I mean it feels really good to take deep breaths.
For me, it's as much for mental health as it is for fitness. So back on track with 2 days of powerlifts and related resistance, 2 days of calisthenics, 2 days of HIIT cardio + accessory weights. Our readers know the Maggie's Fitness For Life drill.
And back on track with nutrition: Protein shake after workouts, half a small sandwich mid-day (or some cheese and a half apple), usual balanced supper but less beer and vino overall.
I know I may need to increase the nutrition to maintain muscle strength once I am fully back in the groove but my problem is that food just makes me tired.
The gym I go to does require masks, but I spend pretty much all of my time in a squat rack or on a deadlift platform, well separated from others, so my mask generally finds its way to below my nose, if not further, for most of my workout.
Only a handful of people wear masks at my gym. Maybe 10% of the people I have seen there. It was shut down for a couple months by the state police earlier last spring, but it's the one place that's carried on like normal for me.
My gym here in Georgia has been open for the last 8 months. Bay doors are kept open, we try to distance, wipe down gear afterwards, but otherwise pretty normal.
During the summer one member tried to wear a mask. He effectively started to water board himself as the mask became soaked with sweat, (no a/c at the gym).
My gym in California was closed for two months during the initial lockdown phase but has been open, trying to fly under the radar, since that time. The only members wearing masks are a few in the 20s age group. All the oldsters, such as myself, are going maskless. In March 2019 I started trying the Carnivore diet. I eat meat, eggs, and a little dairy. I am 6ft and went from 198lbs to 181. I feel good, lots of energy, and no cravings. I don't get the post-meal lack of energy anymore and overall I feel very good. Later on, I will start adding in a few veggies but plan on staying away from any processed carbs.
Gym closed since March 2020, probably gone forever. They tried briefly reopening, but the rules were so onerous, only one person can use the gym at a time and they have to make reservation and then the gym has to be cleaned down after they leave, it obviously didn't make sense so they are gone. Government still takes position gyms and churches should be closed although they have had to relent some on churches, with heavy restrictions (my church has also been closed since March 2020), and bars and pubs are still closed.
I get up around 10-10:30, grab a cup of coffee and a big glass of fresh OJ from the kitchen, and sit down at my laptop. My wife gets up around 7, so sometimes the coffee isn't as hot as I wish.
I used to start the day reading Drudge, but now I don't. I read Maggie and a couple other blogs, and save Twitter for last, to enjoy the bleats of the outraged and the professions of moral excellence from the enlightened, along with a sprinkling of useful info from people like Scott Adams.
I rarely go outside my apartment, and watch a lot of TV.
I don't really do much in the way of exercise, because:
1. I'm old, and don't want to.
2. My gout flares up much more often these days, and I don't want to make my joints angry.
3. I spent about a year on supplemental 02 (COPD, pneumonia) and still get short of breath pretty easily.
On the plus side, I feel pretty good, I'm pretty trim so I eat what I like, and I'm down to 14 pills every day from a high of about 20 (blood pressure, arythmia, kidney, iron, vitamins B1, B12 and D, gout, cholesterol, and a few more for things I have forgotten about).
I find I get plenty of exercise cooking, doing the laundry, cleaning the apartment (no housekeeper any more because CoVid, my wife does all the vacuuming) and the thrice-weekly trips to the local grocery store, where I try to stay calm in the face of legions of Upper West Side NYC Karens who ignore the six foot rule to advise shoppers on correct mask procedure or comment on your selections ("Ooooh -- all that SUGAR!").
What has all this to do with gyms? Just thought I'd add a perspective from the lazy, indolent and often idle side of the aisle, because we are not all one, and diversity, now considred an end in itself, demands that a comment string include a different point of view. Have a nice day.
After consulting several members in my once obscure men's club, I've decided to start taking HGH. At 52, I can tell my physical self is slipping. These super jacked guys I've hung out with at PB meets have really talked it up. I just want to feel as awesome as I look. hehe