You Are What You Eat

You Are What You Eat

Prior to starting this battle of the bulge, I ate whatever my stomach and nose led me to, with no care in the world what it was doing to my body. In all honesty, outside of a few Lindor chocolates, one plate of fries at Mac Island and a delicious meal at The Keg, I’ve
+ Read More

Round Round We Go

Round Round We Go

As my knees creaked and groaned, and as The Band and the Boss screamed out of my iPod, I hobbled around the track at the Sport & Wellness Centre, one lap at a snail’s pace, the next two at my best attempt at a jog. I’m not sure if my body is tired or if
+ Read More

7 Days in the Gym

7 Days in the Gym

Running on the treadmill, eyes gazing past the apartments on Penhorhood, beyond the confluence of hills of the Clearwater River valley converging on the horizon, I was thinking about the fact that I’ve been at the gym for seven days. How did that happen? Short weeks ago, regular exercise didn’t even qualify as a remote
+ Read More

Cool Running

Cool Running

When I was young, I was a runner, not of long distances, but of short sprints. And while I was a horrible basketball player, I would often poke the ball out of the hands of the opposition and race down the court to find myself all alone starring at the little net elusively suspended 10
+ Read More

Destiny

Destiny

I have two destinies in my life: my beautiful wife and my personal trainer. Destiny put me through the fitness ringer early this morning, taking me back to those harrowing high school basketball practises doing sprints and feeling like I was going to die. I learned about running lunges (terrible things), burpees (ouch) and jumping
+ Read More

Determination that Inspires

Determination that Inspires

My son came early, about two months before he was expected. His mother was in the audience while I performed as Petruchio in The Taming of the Shrew when the labour pains began. It was a rush. It was a surprise. While Dylan was early getting started with life, he was a little late in
+ Read More

The 7 Steps

The 7 Steps

My anonymous fitness guru, let’s for the sake of argument call him or her…uhhh…Guru, offered up seven pieces of unsolicited advice today. I thought it would be fun to share those as they may be of use to the readers of Middle Age Bulge and uncloseted members of the League of Extraordinary Middle Age Gentlemen.
+ Read More

League of Extraordinary Middle Age Gentlemen

League of Extraordinary Middle Age Gentlemen

Apparently, I’m not alone in this fitness frenzy. There is a chime of recognition in the eyes of many of my colleagues, friends and family when it comes to mortality creep, and the need to bend back the scythe of the Grim Reaper. We are the League of Extraordinary Middle Age Gentlemen, who wore Speedos
+ Read More

So Many Machines

So Many Machines

My first workout in five years and the ticker is still clicking away. That said, my knees almost gave way which would have seen me tumble down the main staircase at the Sport & Wellness Centre. We’ll get to that later. I assuaged my initial fear and perplexion about what to wear by hoofing it
+ Read More

Working Out Memories

Working Out Memories

Long before we built the Syncrude Sport & Wellness Centre at Keyano we had a tiny workout room that once served as a racquetball court. For those keeping score, that space is now our Human Resources department. The room had three or four treadmills, an equal amount of elliptical trainers, a rowing machine and a
+ Read More