20-something studio/touring drummer from Toronto, ON. Currently playing for Chris Strazz, Ivy James, The Gentlemen Thieves, Kill Cassette, Old English, and Mira Meikle. Proud endorser of Baker Street Drum Company.

Contact: thomaslesnick@live.ca

Today, I was so beat from work I decided I didn’t want to go to through the hassle of going to the gym. I have a couple basic home workout routines that I like to go through if I don’t go to the gym. I have a few pieces of equipment the average home gym user should probably have, but there are things you can do to improvise a few. Here’s what I did today:

3.5 km run - warm-up

Weight set 1:

Dead lift: 200 lbs - 12 10 8 8
One-Arm Row: 35 lbs - 12 12 10 10

Weight set 2:

Chin-Up: 12 12 10 10
Free Weight Shoulder Press: 50 lbs - 12 10 8 8

Weight set 3:

Hanging Leg Raise: 50 lbs - 15 12 10 10
Free Weight Chest Press: 50 lbs - 12 10 8 8

Jump Rope: Either to 1000 or 15 minutes. I did 1000

What I like to do with my workouts is hit as many target areas as I can with as few exercises as possible. This way, you cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time - I find this way I reach muscle exhaustion before I lose all of my motivation. But different strokes for different folks. I’ll post another routine whenever I do it!

I decided a few weeks ago that I would start training for an iron man. For those of you who don’t know what it is, it’s essentially a very extreme triathlon, and is considered to be the greatest test of a human’s physical fitness. It is a 3.8 km swim, followed by a 180 km cycle, ended with a 42.2 km run.

I know, I’m crazy. I hear it everyday. I am a goal-oriented person and need to have something to work towards, otherwise I tend to just give up on things. So the iron man is my goal. For next June, to be exact.

Training has been going okay so far. I lead a hectic life, working three jobs and playing in a number of bands, so finding time to actually train has been the hardest part so far. I had to learn how to swim and ride a bike to properly train for this. Luckily, I’ve always been kind of athletic, so things like running, cycling, and swimming have come pretty naturally to me so far.

My training, up until this point, has been mostly running, although I have managed to get out and cycle a few times. I’ve peaked at 35 km for my run. I’m too embarrassed to even post my time, but to say that I’ve run 35 km is immense. My goal is to run 50 km by the end of December.

Cycling is another thing. I don’t have a proper bike for longer distances, so it’s been a bit of a hassle getting out and cycling. Not to mention there are no routes really to cycle in Ontario and I’m absolutely terrified of getting hit by a car. So I’ve managed to cycle to Hamilton and back a few times, but nowhere close to the 180 km mark. I’m hoping to pick up something a bit nicer than a $50 bike off Craigslist in the next couple months.

Finally, swimming. I’m having a hard time keeping proper form, so I feel as though when I swim, I’m very inefficient. Also, swimming the total 3.8 km is proving difficult. I feel as though swimming laps in a pool is vastly different from swimming across a lake. I don’t have to deal with currents, and I’m constantly interrupting my flow by having to change directions because the pools are so small (in comparison to a much larger lake).

All-in-all, I feel okay. I think if I change my diet up, I may see improvements, but we shall see! I’ll keep all y’all updated on my progress. Maybe pics of me in a wet suit to come?

Much love!


My grandpa was a hard man to develop a relationship with. For a number of reasons, some his fault, some mine, many out of our control; I had a hard time being close with him. He lived hours away, 5 if there was no traffic, often times 7-8. He was a country man - he enjoyed fishing, splitting wood, cooking on an open fire. I enjoyed none of those things. I am a child of the ‘burbs 100%.

But still, family was important to him. You could tell by the way he greeted you when I pulled up to the cottage. No matter what was going on in his life, he was always so hospitable - smiling, pulling you in with his big bear hugs. Always asking if he could get you anything. Just the fact that you were there was enough to put a smile on his face. In spite of our differences, sometimes I would go up and sleep all day. I would decline to go out fishing in favour of staying back and watching Dirty Dancing with my mom. He was always just happy that you were doing well - working hard, playing hard, and being “good.”

He was larger than life - the man could make a joke out of everything. I remember sitting in the fishing boat with him and he’d crack a big smile before singing, quite loudly, about Mary Jane and her old brown coat. At the end he would always smile, wink, and say “Don’t tell your grandma!” And then laugh. Or when we’d go into to shop, you could here him dancing and singing in the aisles “I’m the PP man!” and explaining what that meant to anyone who would listen. It drove grandma crazy, but by her smile and the look in her eye you could see her love and admiration for him. He was never one to shy from the spotlight and had a story for anyone and everyone who would listen.

What surprised me most about him was how supportive he was. The past few years have not been great to me. He was always asking how I was doing. Was I having a hard time finding work? Was I doing okay, did I need help? My parents divorced, and he was always asking how my brother and I were doing. Did we need money? Were we having a hard time in school? How could he help? Even after he was diagnosed with cancer, he was always more concerned about us than himself. He would always tell me how proud he was of my brother and I - how we graduated and of how hard we were working.

I think what I admired most about him was how brutally honest and straightforward he was with you. He always let everyone know exactly where they stood with him - he wasn’t afraid to tell people when they had “pissed in his cornflakes.” He always held people accountable for the things that they said and did - and he held himself to the same standard. If he told you that he was going to do something, he did it. Always. I knew that I could count on him to follow through if he told me was going to do something, a trait that is hard to come by in this day and age.

He was so strong and so optimistic from the beginning straight through to the end. Even when I could tell he was exhausted from his treatments, he still pasted a smile on his face and always had stories to tell me. He always took everything in stride and I knew that he was always fighting so hard and doing his best to strong for himself and for his family. It takes a special kind of courage to be strong when it seems that everything is stacked against you - when there’s always something else to fight and you want to give up. I’m so glad he died surrounded by his family. I’m having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I couldn’t be there, that I couldn’t tell him how much I love him and how much he meant to me one last time, but I know that he is much better and happier where he is. He deserves to rest after all he’s been through and I’m so proud of him for fighting what he did. Not many people can say they lasted as long as he did against two types of deadly cancers.

I hope that wherever he is now, he’s happy and that the pain is gone. I miss him, but I’ll always take with me the lessons that he taught me. I’ll always love him.

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