weigh-out: 187#. I got lazy about keeping up my fitness log spreadsheet, so I got that current just now. (While I think of it, it'd be handy to start logging weighs, wouldn't it?) Some stats of interest:
I averaged a "gym day" per 2.92 days, probably more like 2.3-2.5 if you lop off my slow start in Jun-Jul 2011 and the 2-week Xmas break. Of these 97 recorded fitness sessions, 91 involved at least some treadmill time (although 2 of those were just half-mile warmups). Cumulative miles is 289.6. My first session was 2011-06-21, but I only got in 2 more sessions in the succeeding 5 weeks, so I'd say I only "really" started training on 2011-07-28.
So you might say I went from sedentary to probationary-Marine-grade in about 8 months, and under 300 miles. I will be very happy to hold steady there while I focus on toning up and losing weight.
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I jumped the gun last night on the bottle of Vendange merlot I'd sprung for for Easter, so this morning wasn't exactly "hung over", but hardly prime either. Nothing a little juice and coffee couldn't fix. Around 10:45 I'd mentally committed to hitting the gym, so I did a powersaucebar. Then I got caught up in a CA guild battle, plus it smelled like there was a gas leak somewhere, so by the time I'd straightened up the basement and tore myself away from guild battle, it was 12:30ish, i.e. way past the powersauce sugar peak. Ergo, I really wasn't expecting the record-breaking 'mill performance, just went for it.
I don't usually dwell on just how difficult it gets to keep running when I'm bordering on gasping for breath, sweat running into my eyes, nose is runny, just skipping a breath to swallow saliva is a challenge... and of course gotta keep focusing on posture, but don't tense up, oh screw is a shoelace coming untied, etc. (I really miss my velcro straps.) But I think today I'm entitled to a rare indulgence: frickin-a, this shit ain't easy.
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When I got home, still empty of tummy and now depleted of glycogen reserves, it was very tempting to give my associate Pizza the Hutt a call. (OK, an internet order, whatev.) Dunno if they're even open tonight; I restrained myself and fixed brown rice and pinto beans, supplemented with a can of tuna divided between 2 whole-wheat soft tortilla wraps instead. Also, was turned off to V8 for a bit, but it's growing on me again.