Oh yeah…it’s that time of the year…
As you’re aware, the previous couple months I took a breather, and really…just relaxed. I’m reminded of several college athletes that I knew growing up, they’d go at it 3/4 of the year, but for a 1/4 they just backed off.
Today is January 31st. It’s been roughly two months since I went out and tried to bust my butt out there.
As February 1st kicks in, it’s time to begin our decent upon Phase II of my own strange program.
Overall Goal: Hit the 4:40 mile time by the end of June 2012
'Shallow' Overall Goal: Have a decent set of abdominal muscles to boot.
With 4:40 in mind, I did depart this evening after work [and downing a Chai Tea Latte] and hit the pavement. A mile later I was bent over dry heaving, puking, and everything in between. A mix of lunch [Subway] and mucus seemed to overwhelm my body. It was awful [I’m still coughing]. We’ve been experiencing some seriously high temperatures for January up here [60-70 degrees…literally], and I wanted to take advantage of the weather [as will be the case tomorrow]. Really the biggest loss over the past two months has been the VO2 max, my lung capacity has decreased substantially.
Easy fix: Long. Distance. Runs. It’s been a while since I started cranking out the crazy hard miles for duration’s unknown.
After finishing, I did peer down to view the time:
That’s less than a minute away from our goal for June.
I’ve got six months.
Let’s the good times roll.
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HERE YOU GO!
GIVE IT UP! I’M PROUD!
Thank you to all the lovely people out here that took the time to follow this rather odd, unstable, and insane blog!
Here’s to many more miles until we rest!
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Why do we work out? Why do we train? Why do we sweat, puke, cry, and everything else in between. We work on our ‘diets’ [meaning what we eat, not how we eat], stare in the mirror, stand on the scale [every-so-often], and dream about tomorrow.
Some say health. Some say to prove a point. Some will just say that want to lose weight.
In the end though; we want to be visually appealing.
It’s a fact that the subconscious to anyone would boastfully or ashamedly admit. It’s our nature to be physically appealing, in hopes of appealing to an individual, or in other words…
Being skinny was hot, love handles were not, and the list can go on about what our culture [and underground culture] have declared attractive, unattractive, and in between.
"Modest is hottest", I heard a girl in church say, trying to breathe from her skin-tight polo.
We’ve created a societal blunder of attempting to incorporate one set design to all the chess pieces on the table. The reality is that we are pawns, kings, queens, and knights in the wind. We’re merely unique by our own design. Yes, we can lose to fat, shed the calories, and boost the heart. We can gather the gear, lace up the shoes, and attempt to ‘kick asphalt’ down the road, but in the end our inner being still suffices to taunt the ever perplexing, thought invoking idea in our mere little minds; do we ever really change?
I can only use myself as an example, as I’m still uncomfortable in my own skin.
Let’s be honest for a moment, I’ve looked in the mirror, I’ve seen one or two ladies bat a second glance. I’ll never say I’m attractive, but I will say there are far worse things out there.
I’ve shed fifty pounds since this time last year. I run like crazy because not only do I find it morbidly fun [disturbing], but because when I don’t, I become paranoid. Absolutely terrified about becoming ‘fat’, going back to dark days of my life. But when I sit back and contemplate the thoughts of ‘going back’, it isn’t just the fear associated with being physically unfit, it’s the revelation of acknowledging that at that point in my life, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, in the eyes of the one person I loved; I wasn’t good enough.
I bust by body daily, attempting to tell myself I’m good enough. I puke up garbage on cold January mornings [today] because I tell myself that I can rise above, that I am better, that I can be greater. It isn’t just about that whole nutty Olympic concept, it’s merely being comfortable in my skin.
I’m sitting here, drinking my favorite drink at the local Starbucks, wearing a leather jacket, Oakley sunglasses, driving gloves, jeans, and a polo. Yet, with that said, I can look in the mirror and still pose the question, “What else can I work on?”
Be weary of such inflammatory and wandering of the mind. As I’m still trying to accept it myself, the same poses true to so many that run and work in the way I do; even if someone accepts you for you; you still have to overcome you.
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I’m content with saying that this year can go jump off a freaking bridge.
Heading into 2012…
Thin, trim, and rocking it.
Warm with a shelter over my head.
Possible promotion in February.
I’m not sure if this is where I’m supposed to write about some sort of New Year’s Resolution, but I know all I’ve got to say is this:
Phase II: Flexibility and Strength
What is this: Phase II of the program is to ensure that the potential, future athlete will be flexible, nimble, and to increase strength within all areas of the body; primarily the core.
Why this is important: Core strength is vital to the endurance of any runner of any distance. Flexibility is key for the future development, and prevention of injuries to the individual.
Time Allowed: The year of 2012
Goal: 4:40 minute 1600 by the end of June 2012
I’m at the end of the month of December [sort of]. I’m running out of stores, and the weather is rather nice. I haven’t ran or done much of anything for the past several days.
There was some thought to this.
I ran through last winter.
I ran through last spring.
I ran through last summer.
I ran through last fall.
I play soccer every weekend. I drove hundreds to thousands of miles a week. Point being, my body needs a slight rest. 2011 has been a stressful year, and it has taken a toll on my body. These next two weeks [saying I behave during Christmas] I’m going to be taking it light. When January hits, I’m NOT going to hit it hard. I’m going to start with flexibility and abdominal goals. February we’re going to bump it up a notch, and by March we’re going to be going crazy.
However, there is one major item that is required to keep in check for this ‘recover’ to take place.
Not the literal diet plans, just watching what I eat. I’ve noted over the past two or three weeks my intake has increased, and some of the food I’ve ingested has been ‘questionable’ at best. The good news is that I’m getting three meals a day in, the bad news is that some of those meals aren’t that great. Tonight’s spinach+cranberries+banana salad reminded me of what health was, so I need to adjust my eating plan a bit to where I’m not consuming so much on the road. Additionally [and this is the really hard one], I’ve got to work on consuming more water. I hate water with a passion, absolutely despise the demonic tonic, but it is a requirement. Hopefully the Brita Water Bottle I asked for Christmas will be arriving [along with a tea tumbler].
If the diet concept can hold, we’ll be good to go. This does involve trimming back the pop [soda] intake as well. Having my French Press back is going to help with that, but I’ve got to stay on the ball with it.
Going to need some new pants coming up, and don’t you worry…with a wedding approaching in the end of January.
YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO SEE ME IN A NEW SUIT!
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Tends to be the common theme of 2011. Run. Almost the theme of my life. I’m a runner, not just in the physical form of running, but I run from problems, issues, conflict, everything…I constantly try to escape.
As December slowly starts to wind down; Christmas, New Year’s Eve, eventually 2012 is will be upon us. Sure, later, like many other blogger freaks I’ll have my thought on the new year, but frankly…2011 has been hell.
I’ve seen, witnessed, experienced, felt some of the worst things that humans can make up. It’s disturbing. It’s sad. However, Between January and December and all the insanity between the two; 49 pounds is gone. Several pants have been disposed of. A new belt was purchased last month. Self-esteem has risen [quite the feat. for a ginger]. The times have gotten lower, and my courage has gotten higher [except when around attractive women].
I’ve been told I can’t preach because I’m divorced, I’ve been called a manipulative monster that should question my own soul, I’ve been force fed lies, deceptions, and hypocritical garbage.
Let’s take it to the road. Let’s take it to the track. I’ve been removed from some bitter people for the past six to seven months; let me get this out to you: You. Did. Not. Win.
That screwed up preacher.
That jacked up music minister.
You. Did. Not. Win.
The new haircut, clothes, and outlook on life determines me victorious and I’m going to take that ‘W’ to the grave, but first…1 more pound to finish Phase I.
Phase I: Weight Loss/Food Control-Get rid of it! Drop the pounds to the ideal BMI inducing 225 pounds. Control what goes in the mouth, not how much; the quality of the product. Goal-225 by December 31st, 2011.
Phase II: Sculpting and flexibility. Become more flexible and tone [NOT ripped]. Goal-4:40 mile by June of 2012.
Phase III: Speed. Straight speed. Aim to be able to continue to cut down the 1600 meter as low as you can go, and then lower. Keep weight off. Food in. Continue to increase water usage. Goal-4:00 1600 meter by the end of 2013.
Phase IV: Technique/Speed. Incorporating raw energy and speed, into striking technique and running style. Place emphasis on completing the times on a literal track instead of straight runs. Goal-Sub 4:00 by the end of 2014.
Phase V: Qualify. US National Olympic Qualifier. Enter the race in Chicago [or wherever] and qualify for the US Men’s Olympic Track/Field Team in the 1500 meter “run”. Goal-Qualify with a time below 3:38 for the US Men’s National Track/Field Team in 2015.
Phase VI: Race. Run the 1500 meter in the 2016 Summer Olympic Games in Brazil. Goal-
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.”
There you go. Here’s the hopeful completion of Phase I!
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It’s December and it turns out, unlike what I forgot; it gets ungodly cold up here in December.
In the previous weeks I’ve ran a competitive 5k [worse time ever], ran a few miles, and really have just been swamped with work.
However, unlike my biggest fear; the weight isn’t piling up.
As we continue to aim towards the magic 225 number; we’ve got to keep in mind that during these winter months, I’m going to run; I’m going to stay ‘active’, but don’t expect a crazy amount of burn or hard workouts; simply because of this:
I have no gym.
It’s crazy cold outside.
As you can see from the photo below, thanks to some crazy blessings and Black Friday, I did finally invest in some Cold Gear from UnderArmour. For years I was hesitant to invest in ‘the name’. However, after running for the 1st time in them.
Oh my gosh. I need more.
Granted, it should be noted that UnderArmour does not protect you from wind chills. Yesterday it dropped to 11 degrees while I was running, and I still nearly froze.
I’m still learning.
There are a few adjustments coming up in the near future for myself.
I think that’s all I’ve got at the moment. I’m behaving with the holiday’s for the most part. I did enter one eating contest last Saturday and nearly died. Thankfully I got to this point where I was, “full”, and that was it; I just stopped. It’s nice to no longer be known as the guy who just ‘puts food away’. I have limitations also.
This may sound a little vain, but honestly, I like waking up in random hotels [work], walking into the full body mirror, resting my palms on the sink; looking into the mirror and going, “Wow. We’ve come far. Plenty more to go, but honestly, I look good.”
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I make no routine of it. I hate the scale, but I was curious. I haven’t been running as much. This past week, no soccer. My food choice hasn’t been the greatest. …so I stepped on the scale. 230 POUNDS! I’VE ONLY GOT FIVE MORE POUNDS TO REACH MY GOAL OF 225!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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