Once upon a time I was a really good rock climber. My friends and I would be at the rock gym twice a week, and be up in the Appalachians climbing on weekends when the weather allowed.
Fast forward 6 years, and I’ve been programming web apps for a while, got myself married at some point, and have basically turned to mush. We’ve moved out to Phoenix, Arizona, and I’m betting there’s some good rock out here somewhere.
So I’ve devised a simple starting regimen of exercise, just to get me to the point where I can go to the rock gym without making a complete fool of myself. This week’s goals: 15 situps, 10 pushups, and (I am such a wuss) 7 pullups - daily, morning and night. I have got to remind my body that it used to be capable of some pretty amazing things - I know I can get back there.
