It’s been a while since I’ve done an HNT, and since I’ve been on a rant all week long (rage, rage against the dying of the light, and all that), it seems like a good time to post some pictures of what a shriveled, dried-up, half century old guy looks like.
The first one is me working out in my little home gym area.
Yes, I’m really 50.
No, I’m not wearing a sweater.
Believe me, I’ve earned every single one of those grey hairs.
I’m not exercising as intensely as I did last summer, but I do get about 20 to 40 minutes a day of strength training, and several times a week I’m doing the cardio thing. I was killing my legs and knees on the treadmill at the local gym, but now that the weather has warmed up, I’m doing the bike thing. I’ve got this nice 5 mile route that’s mostly flat – a rarity in New England – so I work at improving my time each time I’m out. Last year I was using my Cannondale road bike. This year I’m trying it on my hybrid for a little more of a workout.
Even though I just threw a bash for Mrs. Edge, who is just a few weeks older than I, we’re not doing anything special for my birthday. I’ve eaten enough cake and burgers in the past week to last me for a while. Besides, I told her that everybody has a party on the decade mark. Me, I’d rather have a nice event at, say, 53. It’s a prime number, after all.
Okay, I’m off to my nude shuffleboard lessons.