Get pumped … or something

I’m not really sure where I’m going with this post, but I had to put something new up here to push that “Wolverine” photo down the page, because every time I load the site, that image keeps mocking me, and taunting me, and reminding me that I haven’t been working out nearly enough at all.

Hey, I could really look like that if I wanted to. Easily, dude. Hell, the way I see it, I’m about 10 pushups away from being Hugh Jackman’s body double. Seriously, you crop his head outta this picture, and everyone I know would be all, “Hey, isn’t that Daddy Scratches?”

OK, so maybe I’m slightly less jacked up than that. Slightly. A wee bit.

Alright! Alright! I admit it! I’m a skinny little girly man! There, are you happy? I mean, I was just trying to have a little fun with that “Wolverine” photo. I didn’t realize plastering my head onto his body would prompt the long-dormant, psychotic-fitness-guy part of me to get all up in my grill with the “It’s time to get some, bee-yatch.”

So, with my 40th birthday just eight months away (sweet Christ, I’m having an anxiety attack just from typing that), and summer right around the corner, I feel like it’s high time I got my ass in gear. In fact, I feel utterly compelled to really outdo myself this time, because getting into the best shape of my life might be the only thing to keep me from having a complete nervous breakdown from the shock of turning 40.

Forty. Me. Turning. Soon. BARF!

OK, so here we go … it’s fitness time. Who’s with me, huh? It’ll be fun! I swear! (You know, as long you consider exerting yourself to the point of vomiting and/or passing out to be fun.)

Hey, wait a minute! Where are you going? Come back!

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9 Comments

  1. Catherine McP
    Posted May 9, 2009 at 12:50 am | Permalink

    HA!! OK so I’m past 40, but dang I looked good at 40! (to my eye) I havent turned 50 yet, and look NOT the 40 dang good I thought I was then! huh? I should have just said ” I looked better at 40 than I do now”

  2. Posted May 9, 2009 at 1:39 am | Permalink

    Forty?! You wimp! Wait ’til the 50s scare the crap out of you! You ain’t see nuthin’ yet! Actually, it’s not bad. It’s sure better than the alternative. Buck up and thank your lucky stars that you’re awake and breathing … that’s what I do (when I am).

  3. Posted May 9, 2009 at 8:17 pm | Permalink

    I would you know…but like…I hate that feeling of struggling to breathe…

  4. Posted May 9, 2009 at 10:23 pm | Permalink

    Do you think it’s possible to develop abs from belly laughs at the current misfortunes of Manny?

  5. Sacha
    Posted May 10, 2009 at 8:34 am | Permalink

    Jon, wow you look great in this photo. I think your workouts are doing you justice. Hee Hee. OK, so are you joining a gym, or do you have any strength equipment at home? Or you could just do personal training part time, like I do, and work out for free. Hah! love ya and miss you guys….the Mouse later this year, right? Sacha xo

  6. Linda
    Posted May 11, 2009 at 7:34 am | Permalink

    I know what you mean about the big 40 approaching. I will be 40 in February and decided I did not want to be forty and fat, so I have lost weight and have started running. Had to walk the dog everyday so thought I might as well run and I am loving it and so is the dog.

  7. Posted May 11, 2009 at 10:51 am | Permalink

    Hey I tried to get you to come for a Lynnfield with me last weekend. You should have come a long.

  8. Posted May 11, 2009 at 1:51 pm | Permalink

    Sweating is nasty but playing is fun. Get a bike with a trailer & start hauling your kids around.

  9. Posted May 11, 2009 at 10:10 pm | Permalink

    I ran two miles this morning. When I was done I felt like I needed a nap…

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