Well, I'm a sore and mangled mess. In all my ambition I got up early to run this morning...at the crack of 9:00. So I strap on the good ol' sneaks and start to jog...it lasted for about 15 seconds. My knees hate me. I landed weird yesterday when I was shooting around on the basketball court. After one of my Steve Kerr-esque 3 balls, I landed a bit awkwardly and my right knee hates me now. Instead of running, I decided to ride the bike for 40 mins today and followed it up with 2 sets of lat pull-downs and military presses. I have a blister on my foot, my knees don't work, and my chest is so sore from my bench pressing that it hurts to put on a shirt.
I need to ease into this fitness thing a little more gradually. Maybe I should try swimming.
On a different note, my new header is courtesy of one Ms. Peters. Isn't it a beaut!
While I have not subscribed to any particular diet as of yet, I am off beer, cheese, and pretty well everything that is bad for you. It'll be tough, but overall I think it will be worth it. I had lunch with my dad today after a Costco visit and he mentioned the GI diet. I was complaining about always being hungry and he said it worked for a good friend of his who had the same problem. I'll learn more about it soon and decide if it's for me.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Nipples
So I just got back from the Athletic Centre after being there for about 90 minutes. I learned several things while I was there. Number one is that I officially weighed in at 199.7 lbs. Number two is that it sucks to ride a bike that measures the amount of time you ride and how few calories are burned for that amount of pain received. Number three is that I shouldn't wear a white shirt with exerting myself.
The weigh-in has a more important purpose than just giving me a starting point as to measure whatever progress I intend to make. There will be more details to follow once they are ironed out. I have been running almost every other day for about 2 weeks now and I thought it would be getting a little easier. It hasn't. Since I was at the gym today to use the scale, I thought I would try another type of cardio activity: the bike. I warmed up by running on the track for 10 minutes then jumped onto the bike. Complicated machine. I decided to do a 20 minute hill climb. By the end of it I was soaked in sweat and a little dizzy, but felt accomplished. That feeling of accomplishment ended when I learned that I only burned 170 calories in the 20 minutes of riding up a non-existent hill. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME. While I never have used a machine that measures such things, it seems like a really low return on investment. However, I reached my goal of 30 minutes of cardio. 10+20=30
As I was walking towards the stairs I noticed the basketball court was wide open, so I signed out a ball and played 21, Around the World, and overall had a great time finding my shot again. I'm no basketball star, but I have a fairly decent perimeter shot. Once I got bored of that I returned the ball and decided to see how the weight room was. It was pretty empty so I did 2 sets of squats and bench presses and called it a day.
So here I am after a fairly decent gym visit and I'm starving. Do I go with the pizza and cheeseburger option I so dearly want, or do I hard boil an egg, eat some carrots, tuna and an apple? Only time will tell.
As for my post title...when I walked into the change room I noticed I had two distinct sweat patches on my chest, one over each teet. The cold air obviously caused a reaction. No pictures necessary. I really was a sight for sore eyes!
The weigh-in has a more important purpose than just giving me a starting point as to measure whatever progress I intend to make. There will be more details to follow once they are ironed out. I have been running almost every other day for about 2 weeks now and I thought it would be getting a little easier. It hasn't. Since I was at the gym today to use the scale, I thought I would try another type of cardio activity: the bike. I warmed up by running on the track for 10 minutes then jumped onto the bike. Complicated machine. I decided to do a 20 minute hill climb. By the end of it I was soaked in sweat and a little dizzy, but felt accomplished. That feeling of accomplishment ended when I learned that I only burned 170 calories in the 20 minutes of riding up a non-existent hill. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME. While I never have used a machine that measures such things, it seems like a really low return on investment. However, I reached my goal of 30 minutes of cardio. 10+20=30
As I was walking towards the stairs I noticed the basketball court was wide open, so I signed out a ball and played 21, Around the World, and overall had a great time finding my shot again. I'm no basketball star, but I have a fairly decent perimeter shot. Once I got bored of that I returned the ball and decided to see how the weight room was. It was pretty empty so I did 2 sets of squats and bench presses and called it a day.
So here I am after a fairly decent gym visit and I'm starving. Do I go with the pizza and cheeseburger option I so dearly want, or do I hard boil an egg, eat some carrots, tuna and an apple? Only time will tell.
As for my post title...when I walked into the change room I noticed I had two distinct sweat patches on my chest, one over each teet. The cold air obviously caused a reaction. No pictures necessary. I really was a sight for sore eyes!
Monday, May 28, 2007
The Message
This is what started it all. It was about 11:30pm or so and after the second set at the Orbit Room. What that means is that there has been a considerable about of alcohol consumed at this point, so confidence and the level of belligerence is running higher than normal. Standing outside on the patio with Tafari, I begin to talk about getting in shape and Tafari suggests I should challenge Mike to create some healthy, or maybe not so healthy competition. I proceed to talk trash and decide it was a good idea to call Mike and propose the idea. It went something like....or exactly like this.
"I have a suggestion, first of all, don’t record your message while you’re driving your car, it’s way too much background noise. Second of all, you’re going down…ummm, I haven’t decided how I’m gonna spell it yet, but my blog is gonna be called theruhlduel.blogspot.com. Third of all, I will eat Big Macs and cheeseburgers and fries and maybe even drink beer and still put you down. We haven’t decided how the criteria for this challenge is gonna go, but you’re gonna lose, there’s no question you’re gonna lose, cause that’s just the way it is. I challenge you to transcript this message and put it out for all to see it, but, you’re going down, that’s all there is to it. That is it."
You see, this is what I do. I get myself in over my head and now there is no backing down. We have yet to set up the rules and such, but they are coming. I am sure that Mike will have a similar post with this same message, but I wanted to take ownership for it and make it clear that it was just not some drunken rant. To be fair, when Mike was here a few weeks ago, we threw around the idea of a challenge similar to that of last summer. So this wasn't completely out of the blue.
I'm now headed to the grocery store to undoubtedly embark on the first leg of this journey. Cut way back on this I love. Cheese, mayo, too much cereal, sugary juices, peanut butter. Life will be bland, but healthy. I owe it to my body. It's been through a lot, and it's time to give back. Finally, I will conclude with the transcript of another phone call I made to Mike last night at 2:52am.
"I just ate 2 hot dogs on one bun with ketchup and bacon bits and it was awful. And I didn’t drink anything af- anything that consisted of beer after I talked to you. I drank vodka sodas. I’m serious. I’m going for a run right now."
*transcript credits must be given to Mike. Thanks.
"I have a suggestion, first of all, don’t record your message while you’re driving your car, it’s way too much background noise. Second of all, you’re going down…ummm, I haven’t decided how I’m gonna spell it yet, but my blog is gonna be called theruhlduel.blogspot.com. Third of all, I will eat Big Macs and cheeseburgers and fries and maybe even drink beer and still put you down. We haven’t decided how the criteria for this challenge is gonna go, but you’re gonna lose, there’s no question you’re gonna lose, cause that’s just the way it is. I challenge you to transcript this message and put it out for all to see it, but, you’re going down, that’s all there is to it. That is it."
You see, this is what I do. I get myself in over my head and now there is no backing down. We have yet to set up the rules and such, but they are coming. I am sure that Mike will have a similar post with this same message, but I wanted to take ownership for it and make it clear that it was just not some drunken rant. To be fair, when Mike was here a few weeks ago, we threw around the idea of a challenge similar to that of last summer. So this wasn't completely out of the blue.
I'm now headed to the grocery store to undoubtedly embark on the first leg of this journey. Cut way back on this I love. Cheese, mayo, too much cereal, sugary juices, peanut butter. Life will be bland, but healthy. I owe it to my body. It's been through a lot, and it's time to give back. Finally, I will conclude with the transcript of another phone call I made to Mike last night at 2:52am.
"I just ate 2 hot dogs on one bun with ketchup and bacon bits and it was awful. And I didn’t drink anything af- anything that consisted of beer after I talked to you. I drank vodka sodas. I’m serious. I’m going for a run right now."
*transcript credits must be given to Mike. Thanks.
As if....
It's officially....now 3:02 am on a Sunday, I promise I will not proof read this post..it will be in it's entirety, what I feel right now.
#1. I hate myself
#2. I never thought I'd have a blog.
#3. While at the Orbit Room tonight, several things happened.
3a. I went from drinking beer, to wine to beer, to several g&t's to beer to...vodka sodas....
3b. I've gone so far as to instruct my local bar tender known as "Pauline" to give me nothing other than a trusty V&S, even if I ask for a delicious brew.
3c. I stopped everything good to man...beer...etc....I even had 2 hotdogs in 1 bun...WTF.
4. A great friend of mine, and now "enemy" has challenged me to a challenge yet to be determined. It will nonetheless result in us being around a bit longer than expected...we're getting in shape.
5. Mike, I wish you the best.
6. We need to have a chat....is this about pride points?
7. I heart you.
8. More to follow soon...refer to #1.
#1. I hate myself
#2. I never thought I'd have a blog.
#3. While at the Orbit Room tonight, several things happened.
3a. I went from drinking beer, to wine to beer, to several g&t's to beer to...vodka sodas....
3b. I've gone so far as to instruct my local bar tender known as "Pauline" to give me nothing other than a trusty V&S, even if I ask for a delicious brew.
3c. I stopped everything good to man...beer...etc....I even had 2 hotdogs in 1 bun...WTF.
4. A great friend of mine, and now "enemy" has challenged me to a challenge yet to be determined. It will nonetheless result in us being around a bit longer than expected...we're getting in shape.
5. Mike, I wish you the best.
6. We need to have a chat....is this about pride points?
7. I heart you.
8. More to follow soon...refer to #1.
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