I run on the beach in fear of harpoons. While I am off my heaviest weight I feel 10lbs heavier than I did November, and I am scared to step on the scale. Week 2 of my training is here, and of course I want everything now! I want my 195 lbs body, I want my arobic capacity I want my speed, I want my endurance. I suppose this is why many gyms empty out my Jan 15.
I am overall happy with my diet. but I have to be worried my friend Beer. Beer is a jovial king of fellow and in the right setting beer can be very helpful, but beer likes the good life. Beer is like a newly retired dude, rediscovering life. Beer likes to stay up late, and he loves his buddies. While you are happy to have beer over sitting quietly in your stomach, beer is texting his buddies for a late night discussion, and soon more beer shows up. Also beer gets peckish. Beer waits for Will Power to go to sleep and bang now Junk food comes over. Now Bam its midnight you have 3 or 4 beers in you and some 500 cal snack.
Will Power wakes up and he is pissed, You are set back a day calorie wise and are tired bloated and dehydrated for your run/workout whatever. And with Will Power being pissed all day at you your body looks for a comforting friend and thinks about inviting beer over after dinner...
Thursday, 15 January 2015
Friday, 9 January 2015
The Air Hurts my Face
Jan 8, 2014
Roads caked with ice harder than concrete, light fluffy snow, -16C, -19C with windchill. This must mean its time for a 5k run...and a psyche evaluation. Small Caveat here, I never ran in winter until this year, why? because its winter!!!!! and I live in Montreal, Quebec, where winters are like Moscow only in french.
Now I am not the swiftest runner (my pb in the 5k is 28:04) but what a difference! first of all the ground is both slippery and uneven due to the pitted sheets of ice. This is harder on the stabilizers than running trails. And while I was dressed warm enough, the air hurt my face! Why the hell do I live where the air hurts my face!???
So my final count 5.14 km in 40:22. Otherwise I consider the run a success, and I am looking foreward to a 10k on saturday morning, even though it looks as though it will take me 90mins to run and I risk being overtaken by a glacier
Roads caked with ice harder than concrete, light fluffy snow, -16C, -19C with windchill. This must mean its time for a 5k run...and a psyche evaluation. Small Caveat here, I never ran in winter until this year, why? because its winter!!!!! and I live in Montreal, Quebec, where winters are like Moscow only in french.
Now I am not the swiftest runner (my pb in the 5k is 28:04) but what a difference! first of all the ground is both slippery and uneven due to the pitted sheets of ice. This is harder on the stabilizers than running trails. And while I was dressed warm enough, the air hurt my face! Why the hell do I live where the air hurts my face!???
So my final count 5.14 km in 40:22. Otherwise I consider the run a success, and I am looking foreward to a 10k on saturday morning, even though it looks as though it will take me 90mins to run and I risk being overtaken by a glacier
Wednesday, 7 January 2015
My Big Fat Marathon Project
Happy New Year,
Time for resolutions( mine is 1280x780 pi). For me the end of holidays means renewed focus on training. The goal the Halifax Blue Nose Marathon on May 17. That means 19 weeks to prepare, 19 weeks of hitting the road, logging the klicks...one small problem I live in Montreal, and ITS MINUS A MILLION OUTSIDE!!!!!
This blog is about the trials of a once obese(now just fat) runner, with injections of curling moments and real life. No I did not weigh myself post Chistmas, but my belly resembles a Yule Log
Treadmill here I come
Time for resolutions( mine is 1280x780 pi). For me the end of holidays means renewed focus on training. The goal the Halifax Blue Nose Marathon on May 17. That means 19 weeks to prepare, 19 weeks of hitting the road, logging the klicks...one small problem I live in Montreal, and ITS MINUS A MILLION OUTSIDE!!!!!
This blog is about the trials of a once obese(now just fat) runner, with injections of curling moments and real life. No I did not weigh myself post Chistmas, but my belly resembles a Yule Log
Treadmill here I come
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