1 more chance… I really do suck

But at least I’ve done all my lifting this week. Maybe next week. Sigh…

4 more chances

Well, this morning I was actually awake at 5am, and all set to go out and hurt a little, then I heard the rain hitting the window and the wind blowing, so needless to say, I didn’t go run this morning. I guess that’s ok though, I have 4 more chances to hit 3 runs this week.

I’m planning on running about 1.25 miles each of the 3 days, but we’ll see how I feel once I get out there. The last thing I want to do is push to hard early on, I’m getting too old for that and I figure I’m probably running out of chances to get out there and do this thing right.

Damn, I suck

See the tag line up there, the one that says “one man’s journey to fitness or failure”? Well, I gotta say it’s looking a lot more like failure than fitness.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve lost most of my motivation to push myself, not that I’ve had a lot of that in recent years, but I have been at least lifting weights. Correction, I had been at least lifting weights. I haven’t lifted in a couple of weeks, and while I doubt you can tell any difference by looking at me (I’m just a fat schlub either way), I certainly feel worse.

I keep telling myself, this is the week you’re going to give up 30 minutes of sleep and get your fat ass out there and run a mile 3 mornings a week, and every week it ends up not happening. I want to do it in the mornings, because first of all it is, and will be cooler and I just don’t really want people seeing those first painful couple of months. I know that’s silly and shallow, but I don’t want to put myself out there like that. I don’t want to be that fat old guy out panting his way up the hill.

Anyway, I’m going to do it this week. This is my proclamation, this is my week to start making the changes I’ve been promising myself. This is the week I start making myself better. I’ve already been doing better about drinking more water and less diet soda, not having french fries nearly as much as I had been and I’ve almost completely stopped drinking beer, which I think will prove to be a key moving forward. Getting the beer and french fries *almost* completely out of my life for good is also a goal. Those are my weaknesses, and those make me fat, so they need to become the occasional luxury, not the whenever I feel like it vice.

3 runs scheduled, 2 runs completed

I suck. After busting my ass at work to make sure we were in good shape for a deadline, I get hit with the news that I get to work yet another weekend, which somehow I allowed to turn into me not running. I’m probably going to need to rethink the entire notion of having a run scheduled for Friday afternoon anyway. Somehow, I see that one being an easy one to talk myself out of. Anyway, I missed the run, but the good news is I was only going to count this week as a warm up week anyway since I’ve yet to actually run the scheduled 1.5 miles.

2 runs scheduled, 2 runs completed

I went for my second run of the week/month/year last night. Once again running under the cover of darkness, hoping to mask my pain a little, I ventured out into the cold for another shot at the elusive 1.5 mile run. To try to stretch my 1.32 miles to 1.5 miles I tried rounding out the cul-de-sacs a little more (even though I think I probably look like a jackass running around the circle) and shot down one extra cul-de-sac, which brought me to 1.46 miles. That’s pretty close to 1.5 miles, but not quite where I was supposed to begin at. As such, I guess that means this week will have to count as a warm up week, and week one will officially be next week. I think it’s supposed to rain like hell on Friday anyway, which will probably mean I end up on the stair master.