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Fit at 50 – A Regular Guy’s Journey Back to Health and Fitness.

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Back to being my old self. Fit and confident. Living well is the best revenge.

Whew. Now that was a grinding run I thought to myself as I crossed the finish line of my twelfth 5K race of the year.

The journey that brought me to this point on a cold and blustery day was one that I did not even fathom way back on Valentine’s Day weekend when this all started. It was also a frigid day back on that afternoon when I finally succumbed to the reality that I looked and felt like crap. Oh, there was no mistake about how I looked. Perhaps I was in denial for months and had settled into the winter malaise that most adhere to, and use as an excuse to let themselves go. Yet, it was more than that. Much more. I have always been an active person with an upbeat and youthful outlook, and from what I have been told, appear younger than my chronological age. That all seemed to fall apart as the winter of 2015 dragged into 2016 and I was feeling the damage of what I had done to myself physically. On that cold windy day in February as I participated in the Cupid’s Undie Run for charity I hit rock bottom. I was out of breath and huffing it after jogging less than a mile. I felt like a slug, and after seeing pictures of my bloated form, looked like one. Even worse, after I had sent my parents some pics of me at the event they mentioned that I looked kind of portly.

Actually, my dad said I looked fat. I knew right then and there that a change was needed. Continue reading Fit at 50 – A Regular Guy’s Journey Back to Health and Fitness.

Music is Who We Are, and the Fabric of our Souls.

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Music. It is one of those things in life that gives meaning, offers hope, and revives spirit in just about anyone.

I, for one, have been a music fan my whole life. Starting from the days when I was a little tyke listening to the sounds of WABC spinning the hits of the 60’s and 70’s on my parents old living room stereo, to my first rock concerts and the fun metal glam scene of the 80’s, to the current era of today’s artists. Music has always been with me. Not a day goes by when I am not listening to some sort of music. In fact, I have my Spotify on right now playing a rocking list of tunes as I am typing up this blog post. I listen to music while at work, and believe me, I am so happy to work in an office that allows us to actually play music and be creative. I could never work in one of those cube farm offices that ban the playing of music, or only allow some sort of lame soft rock and mindless pop set at a volume level barely audible. I have visited a few offices like these during biz trips and it always strikes me at how quiet they are, and how the employees seem to be expressionless drones. Ugh, not for me.

After work hours I can be found at the gym with my ear buds in place and cranking out a training session while getting pumped with great music. Even when out for a run music is with me. During my daily subway commute. Almost no matter where I am it’s with me. It’s a part of me, and I can’t fathom a life without music in it. Even my gal is a huge music fan, and as a former singer herself in bands years ago, still holds that passion close to her heart. It’s who I am and who we are as a couple, and is one thing that does bring us closer together. Music can be uplifting and energizing, and is something that goes deeper than just having something to listen to which breaks up the silence. Continue reading Music is Who We Are, and the Fabric of our Souls.

New Year’s Resolutions, Frozen, Squirrels & Hangovers in NYC!

10409387_10152872711523486_9007701862672997175_nLook, I’ll be the first one to admit that it’s hard to pass up a night out on the town here in NYC. Put a booze filled cocktail in front of me along with a great steak dinner and Phil is a happy boy! I just can’t give up going out with my friends, or meeting up with them at some hot spot for a fun time. I know I have some of the “Peter Pan complex” in me. I just can’t grow up. Maybe it’s because I refuse to. I see too many people that once they hit their 30’s and 40’s they kind of give up on the things they loved along the years. Not saying that everyone needs to be hard partiers their whole life, but I kind of see the alternative as a bit boring too. I know major life events change people – relationships, marriage, children, etc – but do they have to give up on everything they did before that? The fun stuff?

I’m sitting here in my fav weekend cafe where you’ll normally find me with my computer, and on my third cup of coffee trying to shake the hangover cobwebs out of my head. Still thinking about the terrific happy hour last night in an underground lair where I drank way too much, then followed by a jaunt across town in the rain to a steakhouse to end the night with more cocktails and engaging conversation over a medium rare mouth watering filet mignon. Somehow stumbled home around 1:30 and fell into the bed. Did I drink too much last night? Maybe? Spent too much cash? That steak and sazerac cocktail was sure worth it. Do I regret not just going home, hitting the gym, then calling it a night? Hell no! Life is short and time to play is a must. Everyone deserves a cheat day now and then. Mine was last night. Back in the gym today and be good. Maybe at my age I should slow down a bit. Nah! Even though recovery takes a little longer nowadays I refuse to give in to age. You know that saying about “aging gracefully”? I call bullshit on that! There is a big difference of being older and being old. Being old conjures up images of retiring to Florida, watching the grass grow, and hitting up the seniors specials for dinner. Not me, no way. Heck, I know people around me that are already old and they are a lot younger than I am. I’ll fight it and party on until I’m dragged away kicking and screaming. Still love going out, attending heavy metal concerts, lifting weights, travelling, dancing, eating well, and enjoying everything NYC has to offer. Why stop because you get a little older?

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