What works for you!             Knowing your Body, (Your Body)!!
                                           If it works for you then do not change a thing.

Row the Stockbridge Bowl up and back feel the pump

 

 

My new diet has got to be making me last longer. Perhaps I should market it as a little blue pill. Lol.

By the pure fact that I have very little funds, I am constantly trying to work with foods I can afford that will also allow me to not fall on my face from the lack of food or the lack of stamina from food. I think I have found it. Peanut butter and grape jelly. Peanut butter for the protein. Bread for the carbs and grape jelly for the sugar. Seems simply enough and perhaps the reason that I have jumped up from an excruciating mental game of even trying to log in one loop around the Central Park lower half, which is only 1.5 miles, at which I would rather be sleeping than do at all. I am now running in the extreme heat and finding myself running and only stopping because I need to be somewhere. Just this past Wednesday, July 21st  I ran 11 miles and was laughing because it was effortless. My nutrition for that day was oatmeal in the morning: three spoons full, three hard-boiled eggs at work, then at 11am two peanut butter and grape jelly "sandmitches". At 4pm, two more peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches. That was it for the day!

Hell, today, I had three spoons full of oatmeal and the last of my emergency protein shake for when I run out of food. I will probably have a sandwich tonight and that is it. I feel like a million bucks. My brother Mark Morini, the famous body builder and trainer of Plymouth, Massachusetts, told me a very long time ago; "Paul," he said, "you have been a champion power lifter, bodybuilder, martial artist and now training for your first triathlon. In all my years I have never seen you follow a diet. As a matter of fact, I have seen you at your best when you eat in two days as little as I eat at one small meal. It works for you and that is that. Do what you have learned in your life. Do what your body knows how to do." He was right and now I am doing as I have always done. Eat when hungry which might be three times a day or once a day or once every other day, but whatever the case of the past, I need to put it towards my training.

 

My body is not the norm when it comes to work. I work the best when just on the verge of starvation. I get the most out of my cardio and strength when I am lean, balanced with my freakish strength. Yes, my brother is the king when it comes to seeing just what it is that makes a body work, and with me it is that very little produces very much. I cannot listen to books or infomercials. I cannot care that people are asking me if I am sick because I am so thin and lean. I do not recommend my nutrition practices to anybody. I have been training my body every since the day I was born. Ever since i can remember I train at my best when only eating every so often. It works for me but I do not recommend it to anyone. My body is just odd to say the least. I am a personal trainer and if some one told me that they ate this way I would tell them that they are crazy.

 

                                                                     

To be the best in endurance sports, you need to be as light as you can be so that the body flows through the air with effortless ease. Marathon runners and endurance athletes are on the edge of undernourished but in perfect symbiotic state with their body's energy stores. Endurance athletes are the sickliest in shape people on the planet. They train their body for one thing and it is to not only win if they can but to survive with minimal damage to the body. I know I look gaunt, but I am in the best shape of my life. This winter I will put back my 20 pounds if it wants to come back. I will eat more because I will need to rebuild this machine that I want to make into the most Kick Ass dominating triathlete on the planet.

 

I am now convinced by my training that I will now implement Rowing a Shell type boat into my summer training for it will  kick your butt for a back exercise. I am getting stronger and stronger with my swim pull just by rowing this boat. 

 

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Go Jump in a Lake

                                 Go Jump in a Lake



Polar bear Connie Island. I would rather be in this cold as Heck waterthan swim in any lake ocean or pool that i cannot touch the bottom. lol

I decided to swim across a lake this past weekend and it was probably not the smartest thing I have ever done. No, it was probably the dumbest thing I have ever done. I knew that if I swam across a lake that I could not possibly do, I would go at least more than halfway and need to complete it or drown. I know under these circumstances, I seem to rise to the top. I also thought that when I swim this lake, I can definitely swim the race course on my upcoming sprint triathlon. To be honest, I thought the lake was exactly the length of the swim part of this triathlon.

For safety, I asked a very close friend of mine to swim along side of me on a raft. Yes, this defeats the purpose of me thinking I am going to die thus keeping me swimming 'til I complete the lake. Well without knowing this, I got just what I wanted.

The woman agreed and we both set off to conquer the lake. I was swimming in a fashion that I have most recently learned by watching a clip on my computer. I am not confident in the crawl, so I just started out with the breaststroke and relaxed.

I was swimming for some time and was reassured that the sounds of the woman kicking the raft along side of me was my safety net. OH MY LORD! She had never left the shore and I was more than halfway across the lake! I now was just in the situation that I never wanted to be in. Have you ever heard of the phrase "dumb ass"? Well, you can say it now! I give you full permission. Paul Gaipo is a DUMB ASS! lol

                                                                            
Okay, now here I am, fully at ease and actually in a bit of a euphoric state because I am not tired at all and know I can finish this silly feat I set myself up for. I continued swimming but my stroke was getting lazy. My breathing was getting way too shallow and then I was trying to touch the bottom. These are all signs of being about to get into a panic state. I have seen it a million times in my life. I worked my way through it but then, all of a sudden, after doing all the resting strokes I could muster up from my youth, I looked into the water and saw this huge, all white from death, fish slumped over a rock just under my feet. I, at that moment, for a mere second, PANICKED! It could have been the death of me but I caught myself. I simply said 'Finish this damn swim and get the crap out of the water. You will touch yucky stuff. It will not harm you. You will be grossed out from the gook, muck and all sorts of dead things.' You see folks out there in Blog Land, this side of the lake has not been used by the population thus it is raw; untouched by the humanoids of the world.

Okay, I am on the other side of the lake and out of the water. I surely pushed myself to the limits because I had a splitting headache from such a depletion of all oxygen stores in my muscles. It was my guts that got me through this swim. Not my talents or my incredible physical state, but my guts. GUTS is what I will need to drag my old and tired body across the finish line when my limbs refuse to move. GUTS have taken many a warrior over the finish line.

I decided to walk back to the swim beach on the other side (duh). lol When I got there I was a bit disappointed in the lady that did not even try to accompany me to the other side of the lake. Everyone knew I could barely swim, let alone try to swim to the other side of this lake. Yes I was a DUMB ASS, but you don't let someone commit self sacrifice do ya now? Well, it turns out that the lady I asked to help me could not swim at all! That would have been nice to know. Her friends told her to come back. Okay, this I can understand but now why did they not send anyone else to make sure I did not die? The fact is anyone can panic, as I told you I did for a second. Anyone can get a cramp. Bottom line, anything can happen. There were perfectly good swimmers in our group. I asked one lady why she did not let her practically Olympic swimmer daughter come with ME. Her answer was, "it was after 5pm and it was getting late". Actually she meant, " I don't like you and you are a DUMB ASS!" lol

I looked up at the lake and guess what? It was three times the distance of my upcoming sprint triathlon. I know now that I will not drown, especially all psyched up and full of adrenaline.

What Was I Thinking

                               What Was I Thinking

 

Hello again, everyone out there! Paul here still learning but at least found a book on swimming.
The second day of training is finished! Oh, and I should let you in on a secret: the second day took seven days to happen again. lol So my training has been going on for nine days with only two days completed. You never understand how old you are until you actually put your body to the test.

SWIMMING:
I finally got into the pool. I joined the Y.M.C.A. in Manhattan, Upper West Side. They have a fantastic pool which is open at 5 am. My delay in getting here has been the fact that I did not want to embarrass myself making the life guard get up and down while I was swimming. I spent a week watching the swimmers so that I would gain confidence and reassure myself that it is alright not to be great at something right off the bat. I got there first thing in the morning and I must say that it is the best time for me. There is no one there until 5:30 so there is plenty of time for me to splash around and get the heck out of dodge. I spoke to the life guard before I went in. I simply told him that I have not been in the water in over thirty years. I also told him that he should really keep an eye on me. Why is it, when a person over fifty, tells a young kid a serious statement, they always take it as though we are joking? Well, so be it. I got into the pool and started to swim the crawl. I made it halfway down and then had a great panic come over me. I could not breathe and did all I could to get to the other end and hold on for ten minutes. Then I breast stroked back and got out of the pool. The life guard came over to me and suggested I put a life vest on until I can actually swim. He also said " Wow mister. You were not kidding. You really cannot swim and you want to do a triathlon?" He was cracking up. I am really starting to think that this is a big mistake. It is a good thing that in the swim portion of the race I am able to wear a wetsuit. I have purchased a wetsuit that will keep me floating. I figure that if I can just stay afloat, I can just muscle through it on guts until I get to the end of the swim leg. 23 laps in a pool to me is going to be an amazing accomplishment.

 

BIKING:              
My bike portion, today, went extremely well, as it should because I rock on the bike. I invented a great way to make my muscles push harder, longer. I strapped a 100 pound bag of rice on the back of my bike so that no matter how fast or slow I ride, my legs will be invincible when I take the rice bag off for the weekends. The technique has proved to be pure genius. Today I averaged steady 30 miles per hour for 10 miles, then took it down to 25 miles per hour for the last two miles so that when I get off the bike I can at least run my 10 minute mile. I really feel that no matter what improvements I make in my run, I will only have a 10 minute mile run after getting off the bike. Hopefully my bike speed and endurance will get me far enough ahead of the gang and that the 5 minute mile runners will just about catch me, but not until I have crossed the finish line. lol

 

RUNNING:
For this portion of the training, I had the privilege of running in the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts. My cousins have a cottage on the Stockbridge Bowl. It is right across the lake from Tanglewood. First I drove my car to the exact spot where 1.5 miles would be so that I could run from the cottage and then just turn around and run back and fall onto the couch on the front porch. I ate much better for the past week trying to store up on carbs which is something I do not do. I took off and when I got to the half way point, I decided to just keep running around the entire lake. The lake is almost completely encircled by hills; very steep hills. I did well, only stopping on top of one hill to recover. I made sure to keep a great, conceited profile when a beautiful woman drove by. Hell, I cannot be just standing around in the middle of the rolling hills of the Berkshires doing nothing and wearing cool running gear. lol Girls are girls but probably the women passing me in their cars could run circles around me while carrying a fifty pound pack on their backs. lol I got back to the cottage and asked my cousin how far I just ran and she said that the lake is a 6 mile loop from starting to ending at the cottage. You see, my forty-six year old cousin has run several marathons and this is her training ground so she would know. Bravo for me but now my legs want to kick my own ass for agreeing to keep this body on the move for the past 2 hours. Yes, 2 hours it took me!! 20 minute miles!! LMAO Hey, I am at least Moving Good lord I really need to learn how to run.

Starting from scratch

 

 

I decided today that I need a new challenge, physically, in my life so that I may perhaps stay focused on keeping in shape while enjoying the process of stealth "Old Man" rehab. About a million years ago, all I needed for focus was the female form. I know that last statement might sound a bit off but remember I was only 18 years old. I am 150 years old now! My mind is solid with no need to show off, plume my feathers or flash my colors. I am my own man, with no need for outside stimulus. The fact is, I hate to train, work out, shake my goods to the beat of some rap music. If I had my way every one of those training videos, dance videos or even weight and cardio machines would never have been invented. It is so sad that the industrial revolution, as good as it has been, was the first step in the destruction of the human physical condition.
Yes, today is the day I start my journey to embarrassment. In my naive mind, I will win the Mayflower Sprint Triathlon that is set to go off on my  birthday, September 4, 20113, in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Oh, and if you think this will







This is the only way I am comfortable in the water!

not be my little journey to hell, then let me give you a bit more information. I cannot swim 10 feet without having a panic attack and needing to hold onto the sides of the pool. I absolutely cannot run due to severe shin splints I acquired in prep school at Bridgton Academy in Bridgton, Maine. I have not been on a bike for more than 5 minutes in the past 30 years. As you can read, I have a severe uphill battle to even think I have a chance to be competitive in this, to me, enormous challenge. The point is that if this was not a challenge, then I would no do well with my training. I never do anything half-assed. I train to win even if that means not standing on the top podium at the end of the race. I still train as though I am in the Olympics. Run 3 miles you say? Well I will train for 6. Bike 12 miles you say? Well I will train for 24. Swim .35 miles you say?.........well I am too scared to train right now so I will have to get back to you on that. I need to learn how to swim first...lol  I will probably just go to you tube and watch alot of people swimming. I really can not afford to have a swim coach at this time. My friend who was in the same situation as my self gave me information of a great
book to learn how to swim but I really only want to swim to the other side of the Harbor. I just need to survive. Here is the link he gave me please click on it and tell me what you think. If you give me
a good review then I will kick borrow and beg, and I will purchase this Swim course.
Click Here Triathlon Swimming Technique  thanks any help will be great help
Stay tuned. I will be diligent in the process of updating you on every gulp of water, every badly formulated explicative from my running, and if I can even find a bike, which will have to be for free, I will keep you posted on that also.
Broke Back Dad
And I do mean "Broke" "Back" "Dad" , for every one of those words describes me perfectly.
Now to go out and buy a Life Jacket so I can at least float when I get tired!






 

Hello I would like to intraduce my self.

Introducing the Broke Back Dad

Native Plymoutheon, Paul Gaipo is the 53 year old father of three wonderful children sent to him on the wings of angels.

"Having weathered the torments of many a thunderstorm, I am humbled by the subtle whispers of the morning sun kissing my awakening cheek like the grandiose majesty of the magnificent willow tree. Strong, powerful and 'on purpose', my strength lies in the ability to move to the side, letting all negative energy pass"







 
I made it up this moutain how hard could a Triathlon be?

 

Paul is returning to Plymouth, MA on September 4, 2013 to compete in his first triathlon, The Mayflower Sprint Triathlon. It also happens to be his 54th birthday. Paul resides in New York City and is employed as a personal trainer at the Harvard Club in Manhattan as well as providing rehabilitation services to the elderly. This triathlon debut is meant to focus on the plight of single parents struggling to maintain funds to see their children.