So for lent, Steve limited his booze intake and amped up his work outs. The booze part didn’t last, but he’s been going strong on his workouts and has subsequently dropped a few LBs. Steve is pretty lean to begin w/, so the fact that he’s losing weight made me think maybe I should start putting in the actual effort it takes to drop pounds.
I asked him to make me a training schedule. On top of weights, crunches, push ups, and lunges, it involves running 25 miles a week. And three days of the week, those miles come in the form of a six mile run. Now it’s still cold here, so I’m confined to my treadmill. I used to run six miles every day, but that was outside on a 1.5 mile running track in Fairview Heights, IL. It was so much easier then.
Now, I huff and I puff. And my face turns the shade of the KoolAid man. But I’m finishing. I finished my first week on his training schedule. One week down, eternity to go. But I’m feeling better. My pants are loose today (sure – I’ve already worn them twice this week and haven’t washed or dried them in awhile, but you don’t really need the details). I’m drinking double the water. I have a goal again. Feels good. Now if only they hadn’t booted the mullet kid off Idol, I’d really have a week to feel good about.