I'm getting nowhere

I'm at a wall.

Goodness knows how long it's been since my last workout. I'm not even going to try and figure out when it was. It's been too long for my liking. And this daddio feels ashamed of himself.

Shame on you, daddy.

Okay, so there. I've just given myself a timeout and now it's time to move on. Here are my current stats as of this evening:

-- A naked 171lbs fellow
-- 37 years old. Tick tock, tick tock.
-- Sport sized at 5'5". Some things just never change.
-- Body fat percentage: okay, screw the calipers. Let's just say that this spare tube could've saved the passengers on the Titanic.
-- Max heart rate since I got my new HR monitor (Jan 06): 196 bpm. Most times, I forgot to put it on, so perhaps it could've even been higher. The traditional "220-age" formula doesn't seem to apply very well to me. Way back in '92, I'd taken that number up to 206 bpm.

Now for some body reference from the professionals: legendary triathlete Greg Welch (retired) stood at 5'6" (or 5'7") and weighed about 135 lbs in his hey day. He has been the only one to win the triathlon championships in all distances and simply sports one of the best attitudes I've seen in any professonal athlete. Now although I am my own me and results will surely vary, Greg is the inspiration guy that I'm gunning for in terms of a racing physique, finishing times and character. Good on ya, mate.

So I suppose it's best that I start climbing that wall now.

Ugggh.