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13 degrees 5 degree wind chill
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Lace up the shoes baby… We’ve got miles to cover…
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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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I’ve lost my weight. I’m at my ideal weight. I’m eating better [not perfect]. I’ve got this stupidly, wonderful job. I’m traveling to New England in January [I don’t get out much]. I’m seeing my best friend in March [you don’t understand the magnitude of that]. I’m making more money then I’m spending.
I even have money for a haircut [a rarity just a year ago].
My mile times are getting destroyed. The clothes fit looser. The treadmill starts on speed 10.0.
It’s all rubbish.
I’m so grateful for all the garbage that has been overcome, the goals that have been shattered, and the miles that have been ran.
I feel ugly.
Not so much in the sense of being fat, or needing to loose more weight; just tha constant battle of feeling unwanted. Unfortunately, like a bad breakup, a divorce leaves you with some nasty, unseen scars. Personally, I think I handled the brunt of all that garbage rather smoothly, but there is still something to be said about feeling like you’re not good enough.
Ladies; help me out here. Let’s be honest, I don’t sleep around [even if I wanted to, I couldn’t…], that’s not who I am, nor who I will ever be. I get attached way too easily. Now tell me this, is it true that you enjoy being called ‘beautiful’? The reason I ask, is that when I’ve said that [and meant it], it was met with silence…bitter, awkward silence.
So, please clarify this.
Do you want to hear that you’re beautiful?
Do you want the attractive man you dream about to call you beautiful?
I must admit that I’m just rather irriated with the notion of wearing my emotions on my sleeve [that’s just my chemical ID], being the hopeless [and clueless] romantic, and being used and tossed aside [yes, it does go both ways].
I live in a town where I’m the only twenty something year old. The same can be said for the church I attend [don’t hate]. Not to mention I’m the youngest employee by a balmy…14 years. I’m just in that awkward stage.
I don’t do bars. I don’t do clubs. No condemnation over here, just not what I grew up with. Someday’s I feel very isolated.
And then when someone just tosses me to the side after they’re “done with me”. It kind of makes the night a little longer.
Yes, this is merely an entry of me just whining. A twenty four year old male, a college graduate, and a divorce dude. Just whining because I see the couples cuddle in the coffee shop and merely wonder…simply…
…will I ever?
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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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…lost 7-1 (indoor), a teammate showed up drunk, and the team told a very gifted 17 year old boy to stop “shooting it so hard”. It. Is. Soccer. Regardless, I’m exhausted and unbelievably sore already. Rest day tomorrow. -D-
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You know that mental scale? Yes, that one in your head when you poke your stomach and think, “The lattes are catching up, I haven’t been running very often.”
Yeah, that scale freaking blew a gasket today.
All day I just felt heavy. Didn’t look at great in my own eyes [need new contacts anyways], and while I love running and the cold isn’t that bad; this freaking wind is going to eat me alive.
So, when I got home [no coffee, or anything, just horrifically brewed tea], I ate a small lunch, threw in an apple and headed to bed for a 90 minute REM nap. Woke up, worked on the “99” workout [this darkness garbage is killing me as well], and finished up feeling…meh…
Ashamed and defeated I walked over to my digit scale and took a step up on the bad boy.
230 at 6:00PM after a day of eating [yes, I did actually eat], with my clothes on [TMI I’m sure], and not running hard most of the week [I do have a crazy soccer game tomorrow night at midnight].
What does that mean?
Think if I stood on that thing at 5:30 this morning when I got up.
I’m still losing weight.
We’re so close to 225.
That ‘plateau’ we were aiming for during the winter months has almost hit perfection. I know many don’t aim for a ‘plateau’, but I do believe December and January are two things for me:
Additionally, I did work on some of the abdominal workouts today; I suck horribly with leg lifts, but got an awesome stretch to work on lower back pain associated with it. My abs are swollen and I feel like crap.
It’s good to know that you’re getting into shape.
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