Up at 4:52 to get ready for another 30 minute run? Check
Doing double workouts for the last two weeks? Check
Feeling confident about your race in July? Check
Form: When doing pushups correctly (chest and nose in the dirt), my number goes from 25 to 11.
Drive: Without Kat, I lack a great deal of personal drive.
It’s easy to forget your goals at a gym. I was around all this heavy weight, so I wanted to lift heavy. But I had to remind myself that I’m there for strength and toning, not bulk. I’m lucky around weights. I usually bulk up really easily. The problem is, you have to maintain that bulk, and I’m not about that.
More so, now that I’m running, I don’t want to lug around all that muscle for nothing. So, I made sure to stick vaguely close to the weight I’ll be doing tonight, and I went through most of the strength workout we’ll do tonight.
I did a mile and a half walk this morning, and it was relaxing. The town was just starting to wake up. Mostly seniors and me out on the streets. It was chilly enough to need my hoodie. Now, I’m back home and listening to Johnny Cash.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying the way my body can express itself. I love that I can do things I couldn’t before. I’m hooked. I want to learn how to do even bigger feats of strength. It’s all weird muscle groups. Seems like half of what I want to do doesn’t have a direct group related to it. For instance, I like doing that move kids do where they lie on their back and then push up with their hands and legs, making a table. Know what I mean? Well, there’s no set of lifts that get you those muscles. It’s a weird mixed up group. I’m looking for more of that.
I ran 3 miles in the morning, did 20 minutes of cardio at lunch, and ran 2.25 more miles tonight. I did a full workout. With all this, I totaled out 28267 steps. That’s 16.02 miles to you and me. Not shabby, eh?
Training today was: Run 3 minutes, walk 2 minutes, and repeat 6 times. Even with walking, I managed 3 miles within that 30 minutes, aka a 10 minute pace. I’m thinking maybe my math was a little off or something, or maybe I counted my warmup walk steps into the run. But whatever. I was out there running for a half hour, and I covered 3 miles.
Saw someone I know from our daughter’s music class. She and a friend were out running. I felt really good being another runner on the path, and not just watching them go by.
I read somewhere (forget where now) that I needed to fire my inner critic and hire an inner coach. At first, the idea seemed kind of laughable. Then I realized I’ve been doing it for a little while now, and I’m glad.
Think of the conversation that happens inside your head all day long. People like me, with low self-esteem, tend to listen a lot to their inner Critic, that voice of negativity that tries to help you navigate life by protecting you. Only, it has a really bad way of protecting you.
This morning, I ran my 30 minutes alongside the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was busy painting the clouds. Little fast birds raced along the waves. As I ran, the water lapped at my legs. It also killed another pedometer on me.
I forgot to remove the pedometer from my ankle before my feet were submerged. It was something else.
Tonight’s workout was rough. It didn’t start until well after 10PM, and I was doing it solo. I slogged through it, paying great attention to NOT shortcutting or skipping steps. I made it through.
I had 12 minutes of cardio to do, so I ran. I stayed in the 130s for most of the run, but near the end, I did two 30 second sprints. Man, I love running balls out for short durations. I wonder how long before I’ll actually be able to sprint a little longer.
Last night, I knew enough to NOT workout. My body said, “You had a plate full today, mister.” I’d already run 2.25 miles in the morning, and then did another 20 minutes of cardio at lunch. Guess I’m glad I knew enough to relax instead. Oh, and eat plenty of protein and drink lots of water.