For my entire adult life I’ve been 140lbs. The only exercise I ever do is running, and I do it a lot. But at 35, this old dog is ready to learn a new trick. I’m going into winter hibernation and I’m going to come out JACKED.

I’m embarrassed to say that the inspiration for this came from the following tweet.

It’s embarrassing because this is the second consecutive post I’m showing admiration for Jon Ossoff. I assure you there no romantic feelings there. But when I saw this post, I felt like it was specifically directed at me. A switch inside me flipped and I told myself “it’s time to try this“.

I asked ChatGPT for a gameplan – how do I go from a scrawny runner to a somewhat muscular person? It gave me a simple 20-30 minute lifting routine using only adjustable dumbbells that I can do at home 2-3 times a week. Perfect. Now I just need the dumbbells.

Harrison and I drove to Dick’s on Saturday and I asked if they had them. The guy rolled out a single 110 pound box. I said “I’m going to need help lifting that into my car“. Not a good start.

It’s now Sunday night and I’ve completed my first workout. I don’t know what’s going to happen.

Meghan’s concerned that I’m going to get TOO jacked because sometimes I take things too seriously. She said “I don’t want you to look like a body builder” after I came home with some protein bars. Her belief in me exceeds my own, that’s why I love her.

I’ll know this is working if she threatens to divorce me for being TOO jacked.