Backslider

I was going to write a post about how during the month of September saw me backsliding a bit as far as working out was concerned. Looking back on Garmin Connect, though, that would have been me being unfair to me. I looked back at my activity over the last few weeks and there’s nothing there to be ashamed of. Indeed, given some of the headwinds I was facing, I did quite well.

I realize now that the annual August malaise bled somewhat into September. The past month has been a particularly difficult time at work. Without getting too far into the weeds, there are two systems we had to upgrade which are vital to the company. Without these two databases, the company cannot do business. I was heading up this project and remembered when we did something similar a couple years back. Then, as now, I made myself sick with worry. There was no reason to think the upgrade would not proceed successfully. However, on the off chance that something went awry, the company could have been down for hours, of not a couple days.

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Of Nipples and Dead Cats

The air has turned cool this week and I very much welcome that. The first two weeks of September, with their warm, humid August hangover, have not been pleasant. My runs this week have been faster and longer. I’ve been relaxed and, though I’ve pushed myself, I haven’t felt that soul sucking desperation that accompanies runs on a warm day.

My workouts have not come without some problems, though. Namely nipple problems. A week and a half ago, on a Sunday, I ran seven miles on the towpath…my longest yet. Once again I was sweating up a storm. About have way through I started chaffing. By the time I had run six miles, my man-schmeebs were in agony. I was using one hand to hold my shirt away from my body.

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Day of Rest

I sit here at the kitchen table, watching the sun come up and feeling itchy to get out and run. But I shan’t. I’ll let my body rest and recover.

Yesterday and Wednesday were one’s for the books. Something I’ve worked towards (not a goal mind you…we can’t have goals yet) is to be able to run the four mile circuit down Washington Street, across Route 340, through the park and back up again. It’s a route I know intimately from my walking days. Most of that route is flat and a good chunk of it is downhill. However, if you run down to the river, you eventually have to make it back up again.

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215 and Heaven and Hell

August has just about left us. For personal, and meteorological, reasons, this is is the month I like least. The oppressive heat that makes its appearance in July sits down and makes to stay. The projects I worked so hard on during the spring and into the early summer are neglected. Sloth rules.

Usually. We have been blessed with a very mild summer and this more than anything, I think, has allowed me to keep faithful to working out. I am up to between 3 and 3 and a half miles a day now, and six miles on my long runs. I have conquered the Terminator, the long hill that climbs from the river up to the park visitors center. I have dropped from 221 pounds on August 1 to 215 today. Since I started working out in late May, that makes 18 pounds lost. 28 since early February.

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4 and 220

After three days off, a long run today. I just finished four miles on the canal trail. The sky on the walk down was overcast. The footbridge across the Potomac was wet and slick, as if a shower had passed through not to long before. I ran two miles towards Brunswick this time and two miles back.

It stayed overcast and while it was relatively cool, the humidity was a bit oppressive. I took stock at the end of the run: my body felt fine and my breathing was fine. The biggest problem was sweat in my eyes. I’m trying to build up some mental toughness here and at times really have to talk myself to keep going even though I’m suffering no real discomfort. Sweat in my eyes did not help with that.

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A Challenging Week

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A new route this week, starting on Monday. Up the gentle swells of Washington Street, before turning onto the tough hill that is Whitman Avenue. The end of Whitman Avenue is Bolivar Heights and the view is worth the tough climb. Whitman turns right onto Prospect. The hill continues here, but at a noticeably shallower grade. Then comes the long downhill along Cheney Avenue and finally Old Furnace Road.  A little over 2.1 miles, with that big ass hill in the middle.

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The Grind Indeed

I really don’t have any problems motivating myself to run. In fact, I probably have the opposite problem. I need to reign myself in and not do too much running before I’m ready.

Hitting the Bowflex, though, is a different matter altogether. I work out on it immediately after a run. I feel I need to do this because I don’t want to sit around and have things start to tighten up on me.

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Long (for me) Run

Got kind of tired on Friday and couldn’t make it through my Bowflex workout. I felt pretty good the weekend before last and boosted up the resistance more than I should have on some of the exercises. Yesterday I lowered the resistance a bit and had a pretty good workout.

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The Reader

I read a book this week. I read a lot. I read articles on the web, history for school and technical stuff for work. But these days, I rarely have time to sit down and read a novel. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I read fiction.

Last week ,I was chugging along on the recumbent bike Cupcake bought me for Father’s Day. She wasn’t awake yet, so I didn’t want to wake her up by switching on the TV. The music in my iPod seemed to be getting stale. Well, perhaps not stale. I just find I enjoy listening to music more when I’m outside. I shut off the iPod and looked around. The bike is set up next to bookshelves which contain part of our pretty formidable family library. I plucked a book off the shelf and began to read.
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