"Nuh-uh, you have skin."
Creepiest compliment ever received? perhaps not, but someone noticed my progress!
I have some Michelle Obama ie rockin' arms. I have more than one ab. I still can't run three, unbroken miles. This begs the question to be asked, WHY IS THIS SO HARD?
It could be that cup of chocolate whipped cream I consumed on my fifteen...
I need the calories.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
P.S. Finally bought that pedometer. today. footsteps research will be conducted this week and reported immediately.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
progress.
I have not made a whole lot of it. I'll tell you that much right now.
Let's begin at the beginning, shall we?
Days 1-7: totally forgot. I had an 11 day stretch at work, so I pretty much focused on getting through those days without ending a life.
Day 8: rained, so I awarded myself a day of rest.
Day 9: finally, a beautiful day! I stretched, warmed up, and power-walked over to the cranberry bog whose circumference is just over 3 miles. It fit with the running plan I had chosen, to start running three miles and work your way up.
Trouble is, I am one of those runners who gets halfway through a thirty minute workout on the elliptical and grumbles because it's only been fifteen minutes. So, I overshot my abilities by about a mile and a half by assuming that 3 miles my first day was doable. Never mind that I would have to increase my running time by a mile each day until the weekend.
Well, reader, I got halfway around the cranberry bog at a light jog in the muggy Cape air... then stopped and dry-heaved.
And this, my friend, is why I have never met a man at the gym. Partially because I don't have a gym membership, but also because I feel as though I need to work out before I can qualify for a gym. It's a sad state of affairs to watch me work out after a break from fitness. Even at my peak, my nose runs when I do. Ahhhh-tractive.
And the first place to break out in a sweat is the skin above my upper lip. I have yet to find a sweatband designed for under one's nose. So even if someone spotted me from afar and thought, hey, that girl is cute despite the wet dog-nose reaction, the dry-heaving would probably dissuade most (if not all).
I digress.
So I finished the walk, powerfully I may add, jogging whenever I felt able (which admittedly was like twice). I sat down on the couch and felt like dying. A cute delivery man at the door did not help matters. BUT he did leave me with a good thought: how am I to push my limits if I don't know what they are?
Right, every day a little better, a little stronger. This thought has become my mantra. Every day a little better, a little stronger.
I haven't yet exceeded my three-mile continuous mark yet, but I've only just begun. I hurt in all of the places there are to hurt. I sleep better than I had at the beginning of my journey. I am making my own health and wellness a priority. I don't stretch enough.
I am imperfect.
As are we all. But still, I carry on. Next on my to-do list is a pedometer. (Tony the Tiger pedometer is dead and gone after three steps. With free stuff, sometimes you get what you pay for.) I want to figure out how many of my own steps are needed to make up one mile. A quick google search says 2000, but some days that seems like too many, and some days that doesn't seem like nearly enough. And then I want to add more steps to my daily routine instead of being a couch potato and kill myself running. Well, off to my elliptical since the weather is less than stellar! Have a lovely existence.
Days 1-7: totally forgot. I had an 11 day stretch at work, so I pretty much focused on getting through those days without ending a life.
Day 8: rained, so I awarded myself a day of rest.
Day 9: finally, a beautiful day! I stretched, warmed up, and power-walked over to the cranberry bog whose circumference is just over 3 miles. It fit with the running plan I had chosen, to start running three miles and work your way up.
Trouble is, I am one of those runners who gets halfway through a thirty minute workout on the elliptical and grumbles because it's only been fifteen minutes. So, I overshot my abilities by about a mile and a half by assuming that 3 miles my first day was doable. Never mind that I would have to increase my running time by a mile each day until the weekend.
Well, reader, I got halfway around the cranberry bog at a light jog in the muggy Cape air... then stopped and dry-heaved.
And this, my friend, is why I have never met a man at the gym. Partially because I don't have a gym membership, but also because I feel as though I need to work out before I can qualify for a gym. It's a sad state of affairs to watch me work out after a break from fitness. Even at my peak, my nose runs when I do. Ahhhh-tractive.
And the first place to break out in a sweat is the skin above my upper lip. I have yet to find a sweatband designed for under one's nose. So even if someone spotted me from afar and thought, hey, that girl is cute despite the wet dog-nose reaction, the dry-heaving would probably dissuade most (if not all).
I digress.
So I finished the walk, powerfully I may add, jogging whenever I felt able (which admittedly was like twice). I sat down on the couch and felt like dying. A cute delivery man at the door did not help matters. BUT he did leave me with a good thought: how am I to push my limits if I don't know what they are?
Right, every day a little better, a little stronger. This thought has become my mantra. Every day a little better, a little stronger.
I haven't yet exceeded my three-mile continuous mark yet, but I've only just begun. I hurt in all of the places there are to hurt. I sleep better than I had at the beginning of my journey. I am making my own health and wellness a priority. I don't stretch enough.
I am imperfect.
As are we all. But still, I carry on. Next on my to-do list is a pedometer. (Tony the Tiger pedometer is dead and gone after three steps. With free stuff, sometimes you get what you pay for.) I want to figure out how many of my own steps are needed to make up one mile. A quick google search says 2000, but some days that seems like too many, and some days that doesn't seem like nearly enough. And then I want to add more steps to my daily routine instead of being a couch potato and kill myself running. Well, off to my elliptical since the weather is less than stellar! Have a lovely existence.
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