My legs are still sore from Friday’s heavy workout — plus I hauled 40-pound bags of top soil and some heavy, 16-inch-square pavers in my back yard yesterday — so pushing through my three-mile run on the treadmill (I was expecting it to rain) was tough. I did it, then stretched, but it wasn’t all that fun.
iPod: Bill Moyers’ Journal — interview with Robert Reich and on Thomas Paine.
I made it two days in a row on the treadmill — it was raining again, what a surprise — after some heavy leg work with weights, followed after by more leg and ab work. I’m still a slug, but I’m feeling a little less sluggy.
I am a slug, a big, fat slug who has gotten lazy and should be ashamed of himself. Why, you ask, would I use such harsh language to describe myself? Well, I’ve been a lazy slug who has managed to get the running shoes on only sporadically.
For instance, today is Thursday. I ran three miles on the treadmill and lifted. but I haven’t run since last Thursday, meaning I went six days without running.
See what I mean? I’m a slug.
It was raining when I got out of bed this morning (not to be mistaken with when I first awoke — yes, the dogs woke us at 5 again), so I stayed inside at the gym and hit the treadmill. That allowed me to push my pace in a way that I find difficult outside. I ran three today in 25:51 — 8:37 per mile. Not great, but a start.
I seem to be using that last phrase a lot and it is pretty weak, when you get down to it. How often can something be a start. At some point, I just have to hang it out there, right?
iPod: Buddy and Julie Miller, Written in Chalk
It was a difficult three-mile run today, followed by crunches.
iPod: Countdown with Keith Olbermann
Hank Kalet 