Nothing has ever had me as close to buying something off late-night infomercials like THE RACK a few year ago. It seems ridiculous now, but I really thought if I bought this industrial version of an old woman's walker that I would get shredded! It was 4 am and I had been nodding in and out of reality tv garbage and my RLS was out of control. I hadn't moved off the couch in 7 hours, but my legs were dancing like the We Buy Any Car (ANY ANY ANY) guy. I lost the remote in the blankets and when this infomercial came on I was hooked right away. It was one dude working out alone with THE RACK in an empty warehouse, except for a forklift with the blinkers on in the background and a giant ceiling fan that made the bare lightbulbs sway. The guy was oiled and angry and there was Rocky type of music on. He was working out like he was preparing to avenge something (like Apollo Creed's death). My fantasy was in full swing. I knew what I had to do. I would say goodbye to Serena and my daughters the next morning and drive to Lawrenceville (in my mind that's where the coolest empty warehouses are). I would walk in with THE RACK and I wouldn't walk out until I looked like THOR. I wouldn't need much on my trip; Meat, Muscle Milk and a Mattress (for when I collapsed after going so hard on my core).

In the back of my mind I knew that that guy in THE RACK infomercial didn't get to look that way from working out alone in an empty warehouse for 30 minutes. In the back of my mind I knew that he was probably on steroids and definitely had an unlimited tanning package and hadn't eaten bread for 5 years. But in the moment they created reasonable doubt. That's what all these late-night infomercials do. They play on that delusional part of your brain that tells you that you can get ripped calves just by wearing shape-ups to work. These people in these infomericals hocking these products have spent their whole life dedicated to their bodies, but they're telling you that you can achieve the same results by working out for 20 minutes every other day.

I am almost half way through my training for the half marathon and I feel great, but I have a long way to go. Whenever I am struggling or feeling weak, I remember that anything worth having is hard to get. This idea that you can cheat a process that has crept into our minds is dangerous. There is no quick fix. There are no short-cuts. Hard work over a long period of time is the only way. We've become obsessed with how quickly we can get results. How often do you see a banner ad that says, "Hugh Jackman's Wolverine workout exposed! New supplement produces rock hard abs in 3 weeks!" Yeah, and then what? Getting there is an accomplishment, but staying there is the goal.  

I ran 2 miles through Schenley's Bridal Trail in 17 minutes. I wanted to see if I could run faster in a short run and I shocked myself. I have a 7 mile run tomorrow morning with good friends. It's much more exciting than working out by myself in an empty warehouse.