Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Hit the Road, Fat, and Don't You Come Back!
Jackie and I started going back to the gym week before last. We did really good going and doing cardio every day. Then we went on a church mission trip last week, and now it's hard getting back in the swing of things.
I've been wanting to start back jogging/walking (jolking?) since we moved into our new house. A friend of mine, Chuck, posts his runs on Facebook, and I always think to myself, "Man, I wish I had Chuck's dedication." Chuck is a running machine. Well, this morning, I decided that today was the day! It was time to hit the pavement! I got out of bed, put on my jogging clothes...and got back in bed. I know, it was pathetic.
After a few minutes, I asked myself, "What are you doing? Get up! GO! Chuck would run. You should, too!" So I rolled out of bed, did some stretches, and grabbed my iPhone. As I was heading out the door, I opened the Sporty Pal exercise app, which tracks how long and how far you go. "Hit the road, Fat," I thought, " And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more!"
Our neighborhood forms a ribbon shape, which is 1.25 miles round trip. It's also much higher on the upper part of the ribbon, and that's where our house is. As I started, it's downhill.
"This is so easy!" I thought, flying down the hill. Thanks, gravity! I turned at the 1 intersection in the neighborhood and jogged down to the entrance, back up to the intersection, and down the cul-de-sac where the town homes are. Halfway back to the intersection from the cul-de-sac, I had to slow down to walk for a bit. After about 30 seconds I started jogging back to the intersection. I was still feeling good at that point...until I reached the intersection. To get back to the house, it was all uphill--up a steep hill. Stupid gravity.
I caved in. I had to walk back up the hill, huffing and puffing the whole way. I'm sure it wasn't a pretty sight for the neighbors.
When I got back to the front door, I looked at my phone to check the Sporty Pal app. That's when I realized that I forgot to hit START. #Fail
At least I know I did 1.25 miles. I am not a running machine.
But my loop around the neighborhood means I lapped everyone still sitting on the couch. #Winning
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| This is the type of running machine I imagine Chuck to be. |
After a few minutes, I asked myself, "What are you doing? Get up! GO! Chuck would run. You should, too!" So I rolled out of bed, did some stretches, and grabbed my iPhone. As I was heading out the door, I opened the Sporty Pal exercise app, which tracks how long and how far you go. "Hit the road, Fat," I thought, " And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more!"
Our neighborhood forms a ribbon shape, which is 1.25 miles round trip. It's also much higher on the upper part of the ribbon, and that's where our house is. As I started, it's downhill.
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| This is kinda what our neighborhood looks like. |
"This is so easy!" I thought, flying down the hill. Thanks, gravity! I turned at the 1 intersection in the neighborhood and jogged down to the entrance, back up to the intersection, and down the cul-de-sac where the town homes are. Halfway back to the intersection from the cul-de-sac, I had to slow down to walk for a bit. After about 30 seconds I started jogging back to the intersection. I was still feeling good at that point...until I reached the intersection. To get back to the house, it was all uphill--up a steep hill. Stupid gravity.
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| This is the type of running machine I imagine myself to be. ;) |
When I got back to the front door, I looked at my phone to check the Sporty Pal app. That's when I realized that I forgot to hit START. #Fail
At least I know I did 1.25 miles. I am not a running machine.
But my loop around the neighborhood means I lapped everyone still sitting on the couch. #Winning
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