I may have reasoned upon a source.

While I was out looking at exercise equipment, I went to several places. In spite of being referred to as used equipment outlets, most of what was available and all of what I was looking for was offered only as new. Several of the places had mere workers, salesmen and women of standard stock. However, at the place I found what I would buy should I have the money, the salesman was not stock. If he does not compete in muscle competitions, it is not from a lack of physique. The man, unworked, was bigger than some competitors I have seen. He is impressive. While thinking about my equipment needs today, I thought… why not talk to him?

Now, it is not my intent to compete. Nor is it my intent to get that big, my intent is almost the opposite. Even when I benched 550 or more, I did not look like him. Actually, I looked downright anemic compared to my strength, which is how I prefer it. Still, I think he might know a thing or two and might be able to either offer advice, put me in touch with someone else who can, suggest written materials, or some combination of those, for getting this thing off the ground better and faster. I will be dropping by his shop this coming week and seeing about that.

Now that this thing is on the road, I do not think I could stop if I wanted to stop. Food, now, is my issue. I think good food will help me only slightly less than being in shape. Maybe more, slightly, if it helps get in and keep in shape. I should start studying though, as the brain must be along for the ride or it will simply become a secondary consideration. A trifecta? Not quite, as all must come across the line together. I will bet on that.

After Church, I am hoping to go scout my former hiking trail. After the flood, it may simply not exist or it may be too soft, muddy, or buggy to use. I now have climbing gear, much of it anyway, and there were places for small climbs along that path so I am hoping some of it remains. No exercise this weekend, this is just preparation, mind you.