I have been making absolutely no progress in my attempt to lose weight, which probably has to do with not eating well and “forgetting” to exercise.
The occasional three mile run has simply not been enough to combat the substantial miles of fat around my waistline. So the time had come to either get serious either about losing weight, or just see how fat I could get.
I chose the former.
This morning, I put on my Running Toga, laced up my enormous Monkey Boy running shoes, and hit the road with a plan to run four miles.
To put in perspective how long it’s been since I last ran 4 miles:
Truman was President, bread cost a nickel, gas was free as long as you bought a carton of cigarettes upon fill up, only Aliens had been to the Moon, and alcohol consumption was not only allowed in the workplace, but also strongly encouraged.
Basically, it had been a while.
I did get up early two days this week to run before work, and rather than worry about distance, I focused on time. I essentially ran laps around my neighborhood and did 35 minutes on Tuesday and 42 minutes on Wednesday.
I knew that meant I was ready to finally extend my run all the way out to Pierce Road, which is 2 miles from The House on the Hill.
Plus, stopping to take the pics allowed me a much needed minute to catch my breath. I wasn’t breaking any records, but it was a very hot and sunny Summer day.
It is a 33 1/3% increase in the amount of running I’d been doing. That’s a huge jump, Modern Philosophers, and one that cannot be taken lightly at my advanced age.
So I went slow, ran on the shadier side of the road, and focused on my goal.
That goal being to see The House on the Hill again in this lifetime, rather than as a Ghost sent back to haunt it after I died on a 4 mile run.
It was a glorious day to be outside, but the heat definitely got to me after I passed the 2.5 mile mark. I had no problem with slowing down to a walk for a little while to catch my breath. I was making decent time, and it was only getting hotter.
It was still fairly early, but the smart move seemed to be to get my miles in before the temps rose into the 80s.
Of course, since it is Summer, I had to dodge the cars of Yard Salers.
They love to park along my running route as, apparently, I run along my town’s official Yard Sale Tour. There always seems to be at least one house on Eastern Ave peddling its wares (junk) out on the front lawn, and this attracts (like flies to @#$%) an enormous amount of people, who all just happen to drive very large cars.
Now that my rant is complete, I can tell you that even though my body was aching, my lungs felt good and I was able to make it back to The House on the Hill alive.
My interns estimated that I left 33 gallons of sweat in my wake along my route, and Yard Salers were paying an estimated 25 cents a quart for it.
It definitely felt good to push myself to get out to those crossroads again, and I’m hoping that this is the first of many 4 mile runs this Summer.
I intend to stick to the plan of running a couple of mornings before work, and then doing longer runs on the weekend.
The scale informed me that I have a very long way to go, but at least now, I have 4 miles less to travel before I reach my goal.
It’s all part of my Positivity Plus Plan, Modern Philosophers.
It will be slow moving for the time being, but anything is better than just sitting home and complaining about how out of shape I am while doing absolutely nothing about it.
It’s all smiles here at The House on the Hill, Modern Philosophers. Hope you are having a wonderful Saturday and enjoying weather as beautiful as what we have in Maine.