In fact, I have been all about physical fitness since strapping on a fitness tracker and starting my new workout program on April 1.
More about that later, though. Let’s first discuss what happened today.
I woke up feeling very sore. I ran almost six miles yesterday, which is crazy for me this early in my running program, but a testament to how hard I’ve been pushing myself over the course of the month.
Usually, it takes me a couple of months to build up from three miles runs to five miles, but something about wearing this fitness tracker and being in a daily competition with my coworkers has completely changed my outlook.
Last weekend, because I wanted to make sure I won the weekend fitness challenge at work, I logged 25,000 steps on both Saturday and Sunday. I blew away the competition, pushed myself to places I did not know my old, out of shape body could still go, and wound up very sore on Sunday night.
So I vowed not to push so hard this weekend. However, it was a very stressful week, so I knew I had to leave all the bad vibes out on my running route along with the usual twenty or so gallons of sweat I donate to the neighborhood on every run.
After running six miles, I took it easy for the rest of the day. To be honest, I was really just too sore and exhausted to move.
When I woke up this morning, I knew my body could not handle another long run, so I made the executive decision to do no more than three and a half miles while making sure I got in thirty active minutes on my fitness tracker.
I put on my running toga, laced up my sneakers, and hit the ground running at a slow and steady pace because anything more hurt too much.
When I got to the one and a half mile mark, I was on pace for my thirty active minutes. My body didn’t feel great, but I knew I could hit my goal.
It was around this time that I slipped into a state that I like to call “Zombie Jogging”. I completely zone out, getting lost in my thoughts and the music, my body just trudges along the well known path it always follows, and it’s like I’m not even aware of the fact that I’m out on a run.
If anyone were to pass me in a vehicle, they would probably do a double take because I’m sure I look like there’s no life in my eyes and my body is just willing itself forward in a strange, lumbering manner.
I snapped out of my Zombie fugue state just as I was about to make the turn at the two mile marker. I have no memory of running that half mile. I just know I did it because my body was there and my tracker told me I had amassed the necessary steps.
So on a day I didn’t think I could do more than three and a half miles, I ended up doing over five. Since I was already out that far, I kept going to my usual turnaround point for a four and a half mile run.
My stiff, aching muscles provided enough support to get me going back to The House on the Hill, and for good measure, I slipped into my Zombie Jogging state for a good three quarters of a mile on the way home.
There is no way I would’ve been able to do five plus miles today if I hadn’t turned and gone Zombie Rogue, so I’m glad my mind took me to that place I never remember.
When I weighed myself today, I discovered I’ve lost 18 lbs since April 1. How awesome is that, Modern Philosophers?
Yesterday, I put on my awesome Star Wars tee shirt, for the first time in ages. You see, when I bought it, it didn’t fit because I’d gotten too fat. I thought I’d try it on yesterday and voila!
As you can see, it’s still a little snug in places, but I was able to wear it out in public without fear of getting charged with indecent exposure.
The new fitness program definitely works. It’s not all about the running, though. I’ve been eating much better and have cut out almost all sweets from my diet. Of course, there’s still Snapple in my life, but not as much as there used to be.
I’ve been cooking healthy meals, eating more salads, drinking the equivalent of an ocean’s worth of water every day, and making sure to keep my portions reasonable.
I’m sore a lot, but it’s worth it because I’m seeing results and feeling so much better. My self-confidence is on the rise and it’s easier to keep a positive outlook on life when I know I’m doing things to better take care of my health.
Hope you all find a little motivation from my perspiration. Get out there and be active!
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