Week 2, walk 1: Power-walking

I grabbed the wife and daughter for my walk last night, much against the wishes of my wife. I had walked through the door not even five minutes after she had, and going for a walk was the last thing she wanted, but I forced her to anyway. I’m sure she’ll thank me later. Our daughter was considerably more enthusiastic about riding in the stroller around the neighborhood. I put on my running shoes, and we headed out the door.

We hit this walk pretty hard. My wife’s strong desire to not do this (and a driving force of hunger) propelled her to basically speed-walking the entire distance. We traveled about 1.3 miles in 17 minutes, for a pace just shy of 13 minutes. Pretty speed for us, particularly given my usual 12-minute mile when I JOG. So yeah, I had a decent sweat going on by the end. The best part for the whole time, was when my daughter didn’t want to ride in the stroller, so we paused to have her walk with us, and then she was going slow, so I got to pick her up and carry her for a good quarter-mile. Fun stuff.

Anyway, the app on my phone is Runtastic, and the website has some cool features considering I don’t pay for anything. The graph is from there.

Week 1, Walks 1,2 & 3: A quickie

So I did not do my run this morning, but that’s not to say I avoided cardio altogether. My wife and I have instead been putting our 2-year old into a stroller and doing a brisk 1-mile walk around the neighborhood. We did our first Monday, again on Tuesday, and then a last time last night. We didn’t go at a break-neck speed, but I still had a very light sweet going on by the end, and last night was glad to take my jacket off to keep my daughter warm.

Bad food day today. I went out to lunch with coworkers, expecting to get a chicken ceasar salad. Instead, the restaurant literally had no parking spots, and some jack-ass says, “Pizza-Hut is nearby!” in some jack-assery excited manner. I dislike Pizza-Hut anyway, even less after I worked in one at a water park as a kid, and even less-less now that it’s an “Express” buffet style awfulness. But my fat-ass still ate, and have been hating life since until now, chugging water to try and feel less puke-y.

YAY!

Week 1, Day 1 (again-again): And I Ran

Just this morning.

Just an hour ago.

5:30 AM is a God-awful time to wake up. I did a half mile, non-continuous, in about I-don’t-know-how-long. My recently holiday-fatened body did not appreciate this activity, but I told it to shut the fuck up or no more peanut butter.

It bitched anyway.

I won’t be able to run Wednesday or Thursday because of class and an early meeting (respectively), but I’m hoping Friday I’ll have the will to wake up this most unnatural of hours to do this terrible activity.