When I was 46, I was 6’2”, weighed 265lbs. When I wasn’t working 50 – 60 hours a week, I watched TV, was on the computer, or I slept. I slept A LOT. On weekends, I sat around the house, read a little, watched a lot of TV, and slept. I was depressed, I didn’t feel good, and I didn’t like what I looked like in the mirror. I didn’t like being around people and I was tired all the time. God, I hated buying clothes.
On a whim—mostly out of nostalgia—I bought a nice tour bike and I began cycling for the first time in years. It felt good. I took longer and longer rides. The aerobics alone, the oxygenation, had a remarkable effect on my moods. That was fine for the lower body and aerobics, but I had man tits. I had handles. I was soft. I kinda wanted more, but I really couldn’t see myself working out in the gym to get it.
So, I bought a kayak and started leisurely exploring the wetlands in my area. Between this and the cycling, I lost a little weight, but mostly I was feeling better than I had in years. I met a woman while cycling. She was into yoga. I started doing yoga with her because l liked being with her. It felt good, too. It was calming and the stretching helped rid the aches from long rides. It also improved my performance on both the bike and kayak.
I met this older guy one day on the local bike trail. He had a flat in a bad place and I let him use my patch kit. He was a former Golden Gloves champion, very macho type, very into weight lifting and basically challenged me to lift in his backyard under the friggin’ sun one day. Free weights. In the sun. In the summer, in Florida. I hadn’t lifted since college. He was a no pain, no gain type of guy and I was pretty much done with it after the first session. I thought I was gonna die. But I kept running into him on the bike trail and he kept challenging me and I had to admit that, after the initial soreness dissipated, I felt really good after that first session. So, I went back for more. And more. And more. Freaking masochist.
I finally left the guy’s back yard and found a clean, air conditioned gym with great weight machines, showers, an Olympic-size swimming pool, climbing wall, sauna and whirlpool. It was close to work. I would workout—either upper or lower body—shower, do a slow breaststroke for a kilometer in the pool, and then hit the whirlpool and damn near fall asleep in it. I lost fat and replaced it with muscle. The yoga helped to keep me from becoming muscle bound. I felt like a kid. I discovered that I could bike faster and farther with less effort, kayak easier, make great headway with one stroke of the oar, and enjoy both activities much more than before. I was beginning to feel like freaking superman. I began going on lone camping trips in a fully loaded two-man kayak. Portaging was no problem. I went on 50 to 100 mile cycling tours. Biking and kayaking was no longer work, it was play. I bought a kayak trailer for my bike and would get lost in the wilderness for the weekend.
The first month in the gym was pure torture, but after that I became addicted to it. If I didn’t spend 3 or 4 days at the gym, 3 hours at a time, I was in a pissy mood. My job in research got easier, I got more done, I handled stress much better. I was a much nicer guy to be around. I slept a lot less, but it was deeper and more refreshing. I was very horny for the first time in years. My days were fuller and longer. I gave my TV away. I could read without falling asleep. I began kite surfing in the afternoons after work. I was literally flying. I had become superman.
In hindsight, I never really expected to radically change my body shape after so many years in a sedentary lifestyle. I just wanted to feel better. But in about 6 months into it, I was getting compliments and one day I weighed myself and I was 132lbs. One morning, while looking in the mirror, I saw just the hint of an ab. I hadn’t seen one since I was 25. From that point on, there was no return. I eventually bought a sailboat and began soloing along the coast with the kayak on deck. That was 19 years ago and I haven’t weighed more than 135lbs since. I feel younger than I did at 41.
It’s impossible now to go to the gym regularly as I am an offshore sailor now, but I get a lot of exercise working the deck when solo. I hike a lot when on land. I like mountainous islands. I do my yoga. I’ve kept my muscle tone and feel great, even though I’ve had two heart attacks, frequently pass kidney stones that would kill a bull, and have recently been diagnosed with an aortic abdominal aneurism. I can outwork most of my younger first mates and I am still dangerous to the women. I am a happy man and captain of my ship.