Friday, September 26, 2014
I got to the gym 15 minutes early today. I was really excited that I would get an extra 15 minutes on the treadmill. I chugging along at 38 minutes, keeping a decent (for me) average pace of 5.1 mph, happily listening to Pandora. And, then I get two texts from my son. He had just gotten to cross country practice and realized he forgot his shower stuff - towel, shampoo, soap. Is there any chance I could bring it? He would plan to "mooch" off of others.
I don't know about anyone else. But, if my kids have any reasonable request (not for material things), and it is within my control, I will do it. I may be pissed off, and mumble and grumble to myself about it, but I will do it. So, pissed off Jack shuts down the treadmill, wipes it down, drives 10 minutes home, looks for the bag of stuff, bags not there, grabs a white trash bag, put the stuff in it, wants to make sure it is identifiable (because I have to leave it outside at school), grabs a vitamin water zero and ties it to the bag, texts son that he's on his way and what the bag looks like, drives 15 minutes to school, gets out to drop off the bag, ends up having to talk to the coach for 10-15 minutes, drives 15 minutes home texting son at a red light that it is there and where it is, all the while being pissed off that my workout got screwed up (thinking that I would try to not be pissed off and tell him he owes me a 15-30 minutes walk with me), and arrives home to read the following text:
"Got it! Thank you so much dad! Love you! Best dad in the whole wide world!"
And there is my life lesson. Had I seen him dropping off the bag, I would have been pissy. And, I would not have gotten that text or that reaction. So, my life lesson (and I have known it but had no concrete evidence to support it) is to breathe before I react.
In the past, my weight loss efforts have been a race. And, if I got off track, I failed. This time, I have been trying to approach it with being satisfied with .5-1 pounds a week. If it takes me a couple of years to get where I am ultimately headed, I will get there. I wasn't applying that philosophy this morning when I was pissy about having my workout interrupted. But that text from my son - that was just proof to me that if I keep heading down the path I am now on, I will get there. And, I will appreciate the journey.
Sappy Jack now realizes that I will get that extra 15 minutes another day. But, getting a text like that is ultimately so much better for my health than the portion of the workout that I gave up this morning.
So, learn from me. Breathe before you react. You will likely be a much happier person.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The Quiet Man - How can you not love that movie? But, I'm feeling a bit like that line right now. Feeling a little emboldened by the progress I have been making, but like I am idiot at the same time.
I just signed up for another Half. Thanksgiving morning so I can "Earn your turkey." Both my kids wanted to do it, so when I signed them up, I signed myself up too. And, for good measure, I saw there was a 10-miler a month earlier (10/26), so I signed up for that too.
I don't know. I think I may have turned a corner - that maybe this really is becoming a lifestyle. I truly hope this is not just some temporary fluke because I am liking this urge to do more.
I am still going down at just a half pound to a pound a week. But, if I am still heading in the right direction a year from now, 26 pounds lighter still, I'll be a happy man.
"Woman of the house! Where's me tea?!?!"
Monday, September 08, 2014
Last weekend, I was still registered for this Trail Half Marathon. My daughter was not, but wanted to be. I had signed up back in late April/early May with hopes of setting a goal and finishing the event. I have been running and walking, but realized that I was in no way ready to do the race. So, on August 31, I went on line to see if I could transfer my registration to my daughter. And, I found that August 31 was the last day to do that. So I searched on line, and could not find the transfer registration forms.
Since I really absolutely hate returning things to stores (I think because I anticipate conflict and don't want to deal with it), I handled this the way I would a return I didn't want to do. I kept my registration and registered my daughter. My daughter was exceptionally excited to be running it, and I caught a little of that fever. So, despite not being ready, I decided I was going to do it.
You know those days that you wake up, and you absolutely do not want to work out, but you do anyway. Then you finish and you feel so good about what you have done. Increase that exponentially.
I finished that god awful race. The winning time on a normal road half is usually 1:18-1:20. The winning time for this one was 1:53. That should give you some indication of just how bad it was. Horrendous hills. Mud everywhere (not man made). Constant ankle rolls on roots and rocks. But dang I AM PROUD OF MYSELF!!!!! I honestly could not be happier that I did it.
And the bonus - I did it with my daughter who finished in 2:40! If you have read any of my blogs, you will know I am a complete wuss of a guy about my family. I would take spending time with them over anything. In this race, tortoises (me) started at 8:00 (me) or 8:30, with hares starting at 9:00, 9:30 (my daughter) or 10:00, with the goal of finishing around noon. I ran with my Pandora station, which is mostly The Clash, Dropkick Murphy's, The Saw Dcotors, Steve Earle, John Hiatt, and a weird mix like that. Toward the end of mile 11, the song "Gracie" by Ben Folds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dcOK7G1o
5o) comes on. The song always gets to me because my daughter is Maggie Grace. And, the emotions of the race are getting to me (I am almost 4 hours into it at that point). Toward the end of the song, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's my daughter, Maggie, passing me, and she shouts, "Great job, dad!" She kept going, finishing strong. Fortunately, I was sweating like a dog because of the effort, heat and humidity, so no one would have been able to tell my tears were not sweat.
At the end, because of the 12:00 target time, everyone was still there. The party was still going. I could not sit down for fear of not being able to get back up. But, some guy who was there for his wife asked me about it and asked if I would do another. I really surprised myself when I answered "absolutely."
Me at the start -
My daughter and I post-race
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
I love numbers. On the treadmill, I can occupy my time doing the math of "if I speed up to here for x minutes, then ..." So, when I got a Fitbit, I was ecstatic. And, I love my Fitbit. But I have to say, I hate my Fitbit too.
On days that I run, I'll get 12-14,000 steps. But, I am trying to do strength training too. So, on a day like yesterday, I did 45 minutes of lower body. I ended up at 6,500 steps for the day. As a number guy, it kills me because I didn't hit 10,000, and it brings my average down.
It bothers me because I know how good strength training is for me, but I find myself thinking that I will shorten my strength training so I can get a couple of miles in.
I almost feel like I need to go cold turkey and give up the Fitbit. Is there anyone else out there as screwed up as me, and what have you done to find that balance?
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
I normally keep my mouth shut when something pisses me off on Facebook. But, today, I couldn't do it.
The post started with "Why is every high school coach I meet, except for soccer, fat?" Then the comments started - a sarcastic "because they are victims if post career slowed metabolism." "Victims of the American diet." "Not victims - they choose to eat poorly." "I'm have a gluten allergy and I am (for the most part) vegan. My options are limited, surely, but it's about self control." "They're carb addicts. Carb addicts will be carb addicts (and likely fat) until they choose otherwise."
Then this beauty "Soccer is the sport where your totally fit. All of my sons soccer coaches European, are fit. Even the soccer coaches at (Blocked to protect the b$tchy) HS are fit. From what can see. I do not respect or will ever have my son take direction or criticism from an over weight fat coach Who cannot keep up with his team conditional wise. Most of your football players are big and fat and unhealthy. Makes complete sense to me."
At the risk of losing a friend (who clearly sees me as a lesser person due to my weight), I let loose. "Pretty brutal exchange here. Commentary on fat people disguised as as a commentary on coaching. No self control. Not worthy of respect. Perhaps the side effects of a vegan, gluten free diet and a cross fit exercise routine are condescension and becoming judgmental and the ability to only view what's on the surface. But as a fat person who continues to struggle with my weight on a daily basis, I recognize my opinions will have no value in this semi public forum. If every kid who plays a sport went on to play professionally, a coach's value and contribution might be limited to the sport itself, but those "fatties," often unpaid and giving of their time, might be able to offer our young men and women other qualities in addition to the sport specific guidance they need."
Now, I feel like a complete a55hole. I am disappointed in myself for allowing myself to stoop to their level. And, honestly, I am disappointed that I feel like an a55hole for sharing my view.
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