I've decided I have to work out more. This one weekend a month thing is not going to work for me. When I do that, the workouts KILL me. I wind up exhausted and sore. I feel good for having done it, but man.
Here's something I've noticed lately, as I move out of my comfort zone. See, I am good at the elliptical. I can knock out 40 minutes no problem, and I can go longer. Mostly I get bored. Seriously.
But I decided to start to run. Now, there's no way around it--I'm a big guy. But I went to the fancy running store after doing my research, and I bought good shoes (the Brooks Beast--very comfortable, no pronating). I use the free Endomondo app to keep track of things (distance, pace, etc). (Neither Brooks nor Endomondo is paying me, but I am willing to take their money.)
I have always hated running. I was the fat kid (often the slowest fat kid) in gym class, and even when I was a shotputter, I was slow and not good. I dreaded running. I HATED running. Aside from the degree of difficulty, it just made me feel bad. I find that now, I approach running the same way. I feel like I'm 12 or 14 again. I dread it. I put it off. I worry that I won't be able to do it, that people will see me and laugh. This is how I grew up, after all. But that really hasn't happened. It is really hard to do, and I suck wind, and my legs hurt, but I do better than I thought I could, and I enjoy it more than I expect. Thanks to some encouragement from people who are real runners, especially Tanya (see 90in9.wordpress.com at right), I feel as though I might be able to do it.
I ran Saturday. I biked Sunday (same process, but glad to have done it).
I have resolved to do this at least three times a week, four if I can fit it in.
New goal--I want to lose 100 pounds in the next ten years (so when my girls are 11, I can race around with them). That seems doable. Never know, I guess. Right now I'm going to focus on the healthy part. As big as I am, I am in decent shape. My pulse is in the low 60s (for the first time ever). So there's that.