At work, in my overhead bin, I have the following items:
*Fiber One cereal. (57% of your daily fiber serving in 3/4 cup, and only 60 calories a serving.)
Here it is just past midnight eastern, and I’m doing more vampire hours work. All in a day’s work for those making the world safe for wireless telephony. Yessuh. *looks around and scratches his unruly hair.*
Reading Marine Corps books has been inspirational. This book was neat in that it was a kind of Marine Corps version of Sun Tsu.
It’s official: watching professional athletes do their thing and do it well really motivates me to work harder on my own fitness and nutrition goals.
Yesterday, I went to the little movie theater in town. You know the kind. They have old car seats and couches, mismatched tables, cold beer on draft, and cheap movies. Well, they played the Patriots/Colts game. People from Indianapolis (or fans of such) look away: The Pats kicked the living shit out of the Colts.
Some years ago, Tiger Woods made a difficult decision. He was top of his game, but very erratic. He decided to ratchet back his success, but train up to be more consistently effective at what he was doing. This stung in the short term. He slipped from top place to somewhere obscure for two years. And then? He came back and kicked butt for several years. (Let’s not talk about Singh).
I’m not Tiger Woods, but after printing out my running training schedule for getting up to a 50K, and after talking a lot about it with Kat, I’m going to put off my first ultra until summer or fall.
I just mapped out my 50K Don’t Run Boston schedule and nearly puked. 12 weeks? That’s all I have from next Monday until race day. That’s the bad news.
The good news is that my long run next week is 12 miles, and as I’ve just completed a 1/2 marathon distance, I’m in okay shape to do that. Just not particularly quality, yet.
There’s a guy at work doing South Beach. He’s in Phase 1. I only know a little about South Beach, because there’s a popular diet program comparison in a really neat cookbook I bought for dirt cheap at Barnes & Noble the other day.
Anyhow, he’s miserable. He says he’s feeling anemic all the time. He gets peanut M&M’s out of the vending machine when he feels he’s going to pass out from it. I’ve read that Phase 1 is like that. I’ve heard Phase 2 is much better. Not my bag, but some people see results, so I don’t knock anyone for their method.
My first ever chinups. Three singles. Kinda. I’ve gotta ask a question. You know those setups where you can do chinups, dips, or ab leg lifts? Know those little handles that jut out in the center of it? I pulled all the way up to those, but didn’t know where to put my chin, officially, to make it a real chinup. I just kind of hung out at the top of my pull for a moment, and then lowered down slowly. Was I at the top or did I have to do some final, unrelated movement to make it an official chinup? Anyone know?
It was Lee who mentioned that she liked seeing new people at the gym. I think she said she liked the new energy. I forget now. But whatever. I wanted to say thanks, because I went from seeing the people as some temporary clutter taking up stuff I had free access to over Christmas, and instead I see them as all kinds of potential and excitement waiting to happen. I spent a little time near a woman using the trainers for a workout, and it was nice hearing them talk about fitness and nutrition, especially since it was obvious that she was new to these kinds of things. I felt happy that someone else was taking advantage of the resources around them and trying to better themselves. Much nicer attitude to take, yes?
Overall, I’m not a big fan of tracking every calorie that goes into my body, at leats not by number. I subscribe instead to the notion that if I’m eating only exceptional foods, I’ll likely do fairly well at calorie intake by the very nature of the food. For instance, legumes like black beans are super calorie dense, and I can eat all of those I want, more or less. But you get stuffed just eating a cup worth, so it’s “safe.”
But lately, I had to get to the bottom of things.
It was a GORGEOUS day for a trail race. I arrived plenty early, and so I brought Kat’s homemade oatmeal power cookies and some muffins from a local bakery and plopped them on the table next to all the other goodies. They had music blaring and hot drinks passed around, and I saw all kinds of great libations for the post race event. Everyone was really friendly and we made tons of goofy jokes about the weather.
The course was a 5.2 mile loop instead of the 10K course in the forest across the street. There was a pretty killer hill near the end of the loop, but I thought there were plenty of really good inclines that didn’t receive mention. This course trailed through pine forests, alongside a few ponds, through two fields where I once saw deer in warmer weather (and still found tracks). There were crows overhead and the occasional red tailed hawk hanging out on a treetop. And lots of crazy people in running clothes.