On Friday afternoon I went to the gym to go run. First off, by ‘run’ I of course mean moon-run, courtesy of my local neighborhood elliptical trainer (impact is for fattie losers). Now then, the prequel here is that I got into the gym once last week while I was back in town and decided that instead of lifting heavy things I’d run. While I only ran for 30 minutes, it was the most effortless activity I could remember.
Friday proved that wasn’t some sort of fluke, as I ran 13 miles in two hours. after that long I has compelled to stop not by any pain in my joints, nor exhaustion of my muscles or lungs. No friends, my nipples were in such searing pain I had to stop (fuck you very much Charles Darwin–couldn’t have discovered something with a quicker pace could you?).
Saturday morning rolls around and after beginning the process of sluffing old and unwanted clothes, I hit the space-bricks again. This time I wanted to take it slightly easier in order to preempt any injury, and so ten miles was had in 80 minutes. The rest of the day was spent with laundry, and then a Han Solo Film Festival evening (Empire and Serenity). Oh and there was a bit of self surgery that night to deal with a blister that made a cameo appearance on my foot.
Yesterday I watched Back to The Future* with my late breakfast, did something (?), and then had a late lunch before heading back to the gym. This was a deliberate test mind you, and the results were as I suspected. My stomach cried foul before I would’ve otherwised stopped, but my more aggressive pace did let me rock out eight miles in 45 minutes.
Starting this morning the goal is to run 15 miles every day for a week. On Rini’s suggestion I’m going to break it in half, which will allow for some better muscle recovery, plus I can lift heavy things in the evening session. If I can keep up that kind of pace, I should be able to donate more clothing than I thought!
*Every time Marty goes changes time, he ends up slamming the DeLorean into something to stop. First it’s the Mr. Peabody’s barn (which according to the speedo he hits at around 40mph), and then he hits the movie theater upon returning to the glorious 80’s.
Are the benefits of a paintless, stainless steel car really that great? How can he keep slamming into buildings at near freeway speeds and then just drive away? How did I not notice this during any of the previous 497 viewings?
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