The end of week eight proves that the zombies aren't the only thing experiencing corpse bloat.
Previously:
This Week:
My weight is up but my measurements are (mostly) down. I blame this on my parents, as they forced me to join them in Florida and feast on the innards of the bugs of the sea and consume many alcoholic libations. Also, the whole point of having parents is that you have someone to blame things on. This is why orphans are sad.
My husband said to me why don't you lie about your weight? They're not gonna know. But I feel like lying about that starts a slippery slope that ends in book deals and Oprah.
Okay, I know, like that's gonna happen again. Waitaminute...
Anyway, the only place I lie about my weight is at the DMV.
Moving on.
This the Final Week of the Couch-to-5K. Spinning has mostly fallen to the wayside as has weight training as I gear my body to put one foot in front of the other for thirty minutes straight. Sunday was my first outing, and at 8:00am I strapped on my running shoes and kissed Mr. Boy and Daisy the WonderDog goodbye and told them to shoot my ashes from a cannon if I didn't make it home alive.
With the help of Google Maps, I had plotted a course to run outside. We've had fabulous weather here in Los Angeles, and it only seems fitting that I start taking it to the streets, just like Michael McDonald.
FORTY minutes, people. Forty mothereffing minutes. In a mothereffing row.
A hair under three miles.
Today I left at 3pm to try it again. However, I didn't follow my own advice on dumbassery - that 2.5 pounds I gained over the past two weeks all must have gone to my head - as I hadn't eaten a damned thing (minus coffee) all day. I bonked after 1.7 miles and walked the rest of the way but can I just have a moment to say I - the fat, slow kid who huffed and puffed through Hernia Hill - ran 1.7 miles in a fasted state.
Will try again tomorrow, sans dumbassery.
And next Monday I start the next training phase of the PAW. Stay tuned....
fyi At the Little Rock Marathon (held on Sunday) a 27 year old man collapsed and died at the finish line.
Running kills.
Posted by: Mandy | March 04, 2008 at 05:01 PM
There's nothing like sitting on your ass all day working, then all night eating tasty food stuffing yourself silly while watching Bourdain, increasing your ass size, and reading this.
xo
Posted by: Alyce Smythee | March 04, 2008 at 06:01 PM
Wow, congrats on the increased endurance!! You have inspired me to run again!! I can't wait for the next training phase!
Posted by: Brooke | March 04, 2008 at 06:04 PM
It could of been your trip or it could be a body composition change adding some muscle losing some fat. And never ever underestimate the power of water retention to mess up a weigh in. Water is HEAVY.
-- Jeremy
Posted by: jeremy | March 04, 2008 at 11:46 PM
I fully endorse mapmyrun.com for charting out runs. I used it for a while last fall (before it got cold and my treadmill seemed much more inviting).
Posted by: elfgirl | March 05, 2008 at 09:24 AM
First off, this post is HILAR.
Second, seriously kudos to you for the running. I have tried NUMEROUS times to get into running. I usually do great, until like the 7th minute. So 40 minutes should get a blue ribbon.
Posted by: leylabot | March 07, 2008 at 11:23 AM
you're doing great!! but didn't anyone tell you that muscle weighs more than fat! so your weight increase, but decrease in measurements are a good thing!
keep up the great work - this is such a fantastik idea.
Posted by: adventuresinspace | March 19, 2008 at 11:00 AM