Sunday, March 17, 2013
This whole having missed a day artificially, and having actually missed a day blogging, it's nice, now I won't bother worrying about whether I have anything to say, or report, and just check in if I feel like it. I feel like it now, obviously, even though it's 1:40 AM eastern time, and I'm back to Chicago tomorrow for work, there I have to wake up at 5:30 central time on Monday. I totally haven't figured the sleep thing out yet, and I'm pretty sure I haven't helped things by trying to catch up on the sleep deficit by sleeping in way too late these past two days. Being back in Michigan for the weekend wasn't particularly odd, but I am ruing not taking care of some things around the house when I had a chance to address them over the past three months.
Finally got back to my gym today, and put in a couple miles of wogging in 28 minutes, splits of 14:44 and 13:16, about half running half walking. I tried running upon getting to teh gym, but my knees and hips were pretty stiff, so I quit after a couple laps, stretched out more, rode the stationary bike for a good chunk of the first half of the Michigan State-Ohio State game, and then went back on the track. Didn't feel comfortable until towards the end of the first mile, and by then, I was just intent on finishing out the two, rather than making any attempt at running the rest of the way. Don't think I would have made if had I tried.
Anyway, the eyelids are declaring that sleep is nigh, so I think I'll heed their advice. A Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all, enjoy whatever corned beef or cabbage or green beer you choose to indulge in!
Friday, March 15, 2013
So i posted that pic of me with the giant cardboard check to facebook, and got a nice response to it, at least in part because I also finally mentioned the new job on that forum. Even though I'd been telling you guys about it since it happened, I hadn't said anything on there, and hadn't mentioned it to more than 4 or 5 people on line. My friend Kim referenced the Simpsons with the line, "Looks like everything's coming up Partha!"...and she might have jinxed me. Even though I got to O'Hare airport an hour and a half before my flight time, my bag didn't make it on board.
Oops. The airline will deliver it tomorrow, so that's not much of a big deal, except for the fact of my gym shoes being in that bag. Might not make it to the gym tomorrow, depending on when they get that bag back, or on the chance of finding an ancient pair of shoes still lurking around here somewhere.
The Simpsons clip mentioned above, if you're unfamiliar with it:
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Up 3.4 pounds this week, not necessarily unexpected, especially as I haven't gone the healthy route on food this week. That'll come, as I settle into the routine, I do believe. The unexpected part? That I was able to weigh in at all (on Wednesday, as per blc dictates). See, when I was heading over to the local bar for trivia night (we won again, which I suppose we had to do for pride's sake, after winning on a regional level last Sunday) (for the record, we got a $20 gift cert (no $1000 giant cardboard check, but exciting anyway, and enough to pay for all our drinks had I not unthinkingly paid for my beer up front) and a t-shirt, which the team decided to give away (that made me a bit sad, as you know how I feel about ugly t-shirts)(not that I protested at all)), I stopped at the front desk of the hotel to ask if they'd ever though about putting a scale in the fitness room, since after all, the people who use the fitness room might well be the ones most interested in knowing their weight. He agreed that it was a good idea, and then got a thoughtful look on his face, and told me to hold on, as he went in the back. And then he comes out holding a scale...apparently, they have a lot of goodies in their lost and found!
So I didn't have to get naked in Walmart to weigh myself after all. The number on the scale isn't necessarily happy making, but given that it was taken at the end of the day, after beer and a steak sandwich, and fast food in the afternoon, the true damage is probably in the 1-2 lb range. Not great, nothing I'm sweating. Of course, that depends on whether I believe the scale, a tiny twitchy analog thing that can change its mind by a pound or two if you breathe hard while standing on it. But hey, I can still play along with the BLC thing, so I'm glad for that. And now I have something to shoot for in the last 4 weeks of that challenge - reachieving the 174 lb mark I'd set as an original goal for the 12 weeks.
I think I'll turn the scale in tomorrow morning when I check out, and then claim it again from the lost and found when I return on Sunday. I was already planning to stay at this place again (straight ten minute shot to work, great location with a ton of different dining options and a movie theater I didn't make it to this week within super easy walking distance, and a very comfortable bed. Add to that the fantastic customer service I just described, and I think I've found a home base for the length of this contract.
(The above was also posted to my blc team message board, but I thought it made for a good blog post, so I used it twice. Actually, same goes for the stuff below, which I posted to the message board this morning. And just for funsies, me with the giant cardboard check mentioned above.
So far, the work thing is slow. The wheels haven't grinded along far enough for me to get access to the system, so that makes it a bit difficult to, you know, do actual work. So I'm going back to the future, re-visiting training manuals that I used back in 2007 (well, updated to a more current version of the software, of course!), trying to remember all the things I used to know. Short term, the biggest challenge is to get to sleep at a decent hour. I was wide awake at 10:30 ish, hadn't exercised yet, and went down to the fitness room for an hour. Didn't quite wear me out, unfortunately, and that 5:15 alarm came quickly.
New short term goal: Climb the 4 flights of stair to my 5th floor office (76 steps, constructed by a decidedly non-superstitious builder, since the staircase segments are 13 steps then 6 steps) without feeling (slightly) out of breath. Doing that twice a day so far, so at least 152 steps a day (304 if you count 'em again on the way down!). If I could figure out where the staircase in the hotel was, maybe I'd use that, too, but I swear it's like the staircases in the Harry Potter movies, appearing in different places every day. Oooh, I did do a 5th flight of stairs this morning because I went down to the snacketeria (yes, it's really labeled like that on the signs) in the basement to grab some caffeine, and then climbed that flight (oddly, 13 and 7 steps, rather than 13 and 6) and then the usual 4 up to the 5th floor. You'd think I could probably find a scale somewhere in this building, which used to be a old rehab facility (my office has a bathroom in it - this used to be a patient room). But I suspect it might be buried under the pile of old equipment (like, broken down Jacuzzi-like tubs, massage tables, etc ) in the room I accidentally stumbled into when searching for the then-mythical snacketeria on my first day).
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
wanna move, do some semblance of exercise, but crashed in the ole hotel room and unlikely to move. wondring where my resistance band's at, pretty sure i brung one with, but ain't seen it since I got here. of course, I'm realizing that I overpacked, and so it might still be under the t shirts and stuff I didn't bother taking out. Problem is, need too much stuff for carry on size bag (what with necessary work clotches, and wanting to have gym shoes available). Hate paying the 25 bucks for a bad i mean bag (tonight's affectation: not using the backspace key at all, totally seeing how horribly i type.), but it lets me take a couple of neeeded items with me.
It doesn't hep the inertia that the tv in this hotel (which i didn't ever turn on on Sudnay night or any time Monday) has VH1 classic, and it was showig Beyond the Lighted Stage (Rush documentary) when I got here after dinner (5 cheese grilled cheese with bacon) and now i see a evolution of metal spisode on glam metal, hair metal, that stuff that was on the radio when I was starting to listen to music. I like the stuff, no gult or shame whatsoever. Interesting to see the doc maker follow up with some of the glam members and ask how their lives were in the 90s, after their star faded.
Now that I think of it, I'm almost at that point of Dave Mustaine's autobiography where Megadeth in entering the 90s, a relatively fallow time after Countdown to Extinction amd the Youthanasia album. Curious what he had to say about that. Maybe I'll take that book downstairs and mindlessly pedal on the exercise bike. I think I just convinced myself to freaking move.
A couple of faves from that era (even if Saigon Kick gets unfairly lumped in with the hair metal thing, if you ask me),
Skid Row: "Youth Gone Wild"
Saigon Kick: "All I want"
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
1) Think I just lost my 3 month blog a day streak. Even though, literally, I am scribbling this at 11:22 pm where I sit, I changed my SP setting to eastern time zone when I moved to Michigan, and as such, I'm sure it thinks it's already Tuesday in my world. Given the fact that I've spun the wheel for Tuesday, I know it does. I'm curious how the site would react if I were to reset my personal setting to the central time zone, both in terms of whether it'd grant me credit for a 3/11 blog post, and whether I might get to spin again, and do better than the measly 2 points I was awarded. As for the streak, it was bound to end at some point. At least I have good excuses, like "Lousy central time zone!", or "Stupid hotel, not setting their fitness room clock forward, making me think I had another hour after using it to shower, relax, etc. Of course, not realizing the clock was wrong also means I'm getting an hour (or some portion thereof) less sleep than I was planning on tonight.
2) The title, of course, refers to the last major mass murder of native Americans by the United States, the decimation of the remnants of a Lakota tribe in South Dakota in the dying days of 1890. I'm using it in a far far more frivolous manner, to describe how I scraped my knee by failing to push the seat of stationary bike I used tonight far enough away from the console. I also did 20 minutes on a treadmill, which, as ever, I hated. I thought I'd give it a try, on the basis that the last time I used one, it was before I started jogging, and after all, I just did a sub 10 minute mile last week, so surely I could handle the treadmill now? In short, no. I got the speed up to 5 mph, a 12 minute mile pace, or 1 minute per lap in the rec center track, a pace I consider relaxed when on the track. I couldn't hack it at that pace for any more than a minute on the treadmill. I slowed it down, and wogged a mile and change for the remainder of 20 minutes, and it just felt weird. Felt dizzy, again, after I stepped off the machine.
3) I'm happy enough with the fitness room in this hotel, a couple of elliptical, a couple of bikes, a trio of treadmills, full dumbbell set, and a stability ball and medicine ball rack, that's better than I expected. 24 hour availability means I can wander down at 9 or 10, just before getting ready for bed (although, I'm really failing at that latter task, listening to my friends' metal show streaming. I really miss the community radio station we had in Madison, and am glad it's programming is available over the internet). One quibble, the placement of the TVs in the angle room makes it difficult to watch anything unless using the treadmill. That said, Duck Dynasty did make that 20 minutes on the treadmill pass by more amusingly.
4) off to sleep with me. Hope this bandaid I put on my knee does its intended job, and keep these sheets from getting bloody!
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