So why do I, friends and neighbors, come to you again, and so early (7:20am) in the morning? Well, basically I went nuts. Crazy! A loooooooney!
In some weird spirit of renewal (and of turning my case’o’beer into a six pack), I decided to start running in the mornings. This is partly my friend Brad’s fault, but I suppose I can forgive him as he’s occasionally saved my life and all. Anyway, I figured that if I got up a half hour earlier, I could go for a run around the block (actually about a 20 minute run, I must have mis-calculated earlier) and come back and shower, have breakfast etc, in time to go to work at the normal time. This of course parltly hinged on going to bed before 3am which I managed to do last night. This will be done every two days until I completely wimp out. Lets see how long that takes. Going every day is bad from what I understand, which is a good thing, cause, well… lets see:
Saturday morning run Arcterstatus:
- Ok
- Sunday morning run Arcterstatus:
- Feeling good, refreshed, ready to take on the world (it was a very nice day sunday).
- Monday morning run Arcterstatus:
- Pathetic and emberassing. I got home and spent some time walking (limping) around the house and making strange wimpering noises and doing my best to try to make the pain in my calves go away.
So tomorrow morning it’ll be weights, and hopefully my barbells will, with some effort from me, tone me up to look like Arnold for the summer. Then a run the next day… then weights… then running… oh man I’m an idiot.
Course I’m up to update this I suppose, so it’s not all bad!