Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I didn't just walk. I walked a lot. We went on a Disney Cruise and I walked on the ship and on the island and everywhere I could walk. when we got home, I made myself a gift of the Wii Fit package. It's really a game, but in my then condition, it actually was a work out.
Before that summer was out, we bought bikes. Now if it was too close to drive, too far to walk, I rode.
Late that summer, She(WMBO) had a trip to Phoenix and she combined it with a Disney Adventure Southwest vacation. Every morning, I got out for a walk. But what I could not do was swim. That was disappointing.
When I got out of the service, we moved to Columbia, MD. When you own a home in Columbia, you had access to a racquet club, a gym, and all the town pools. I swam everyday. A couple of times a week I swam a mile. I was at 150 pounds and I looked gooood. Even in speedos. But I got away from that. My weight crept up.
Now I could not swim anymore.
That made me sad.
When we got back from Phoenix, I walked to the Y and signed up for swim lessons.
By spring, I was swimming a mile.
She(WMBO) looked at me and asked, "who are you and what did you do to Tim?"
I say all this to let you know, you should not limit yourself to running. I became an athlete. I have finished a Sprint Triathon.
All that from just walking.
Monday, August 29, 2011
My regular advice is don't.
That's an odd thing for a runner to say, I suppose. But I do go on.
I never set out to be a runner. I was at least 80 pounds overweight. The leader at Weight Watchers would remind us every week about the importance of exercise. I could not stand the idea of lifting weights. Push ups? Three and done. What to do?
I went for a walk. Not a stroll. A real arm swinging walk. When I got back 10 minutes later I flopped into my chair exhausted for two hours of TV and a nap.
Then I went out the next day. I set the timer on my phone for 5 minutes and walked straight line out. At five minute I turned around.
As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, I was setting my timer longer and longer. By the time I reached 30 minutes out, it was getting to be winter. I was now out everyday for an hour of walking.
I used to be the one who would always bring up the rear when walking in a group. That year, we had Thanksgiving dinner at a local restaurant. It was close enough and the day was nice enough, we walked. For the first time since I could remember, She(WMBO) had trouble keeping up with me. She called me rude several times, but She was impressed at my improvement.
As cold weather became more regular, I devised new workouts. For one, I removed all the laundry from the treadmill and started to use it. The preprogrammed workouts were too much. So demanded 11 minute miles. Way too much for me. I set it for 3.5 mph. I worked out all winter. Started to put in some 12 and 11 minute miles. Just a little.
Spring arrived and I stared my outside walking again. This time I would say to myself, "OK, run up to that pole." Whew! that was hard. But as the weeks passed, I was running farther and longer. Eventually, I would say to myself, "OK very good. Take a walk break between the next two poles."
One night in late June, I walked into the house and She(WMBO) asked why I was back so soon. "I just ran all the way down to the St John Church of Christ and back non-stop in 35 minutes." That is to make sure she wasn't thinking St John Lutheran only about a mile away. "That's three and a half miles in 35 minutes!" The first half is all down hill. That means the second half is all uphill. That's more than 5k.
It took me until September to think I was good enough to enter a 5k race. When I crossed the finish line at that first race I was stunned. I thought there was a mistake. I expected 31:00, a ten minute mile. Instead it said 27:00. That is a sub-9:00 mile!
I never set out to be a runner. Even after the first 5k, I told She(WMBO) that if I ever uttered the word Marathon in any context other than to buy gasoline down South, she was to dig a shallow grave and shoot me.
I am now training for a Marathon.
I still say, if you aren't exercising now, don't set out to be a runner. It will happen if it's supposed to.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
I used to get migraines. For those who get them, they know. To call them a migraine headache only tells a part of the story. I never knew when I would get one or what would be my trigger. But during an episode, my life was a living hell.
Then after. Oh my goodness. After was wonderful. I would be incredibly sleepy. I would be incredibly hunger. I would be incredibly euphoric, almost high.
I discussed this with my doctor and he told me it was to be expected. My entire body was fighting this brainstorm (not the great idea type) and it had expended a lot of energy so I was hungry and tired. It had done it by dispatching loads of naturally produced pain relievers and those were actually powerful drugs. I would still be running those in my system. So I was a little high.
This weekend we had a brush with a "historic storm" (snicker), President Obama's words (can anyone say hyperbole?) and the weather did turn quite stormy. Winds and gusts around 60 mph and 5 inches of rain at my location. Power failed at 1:20. When we got up this morning it was still windy with sprinkles of rain.
I did go for a walk to look at the damages. Pretty bad some of it, but we have had worse. I was walking for about 90 minutes by the time I got home.
Then as the day progressed the strom moved off. The sky was a deep blue. Like a sapphire. The breeze, while still brisk, was steady and refreshing. What a beautiful day.
It was as if the sky had had a migraine and now it was over. All was not just right with the world. It was great!!
I simply could not resist. I pumped up my tires, pulled on my bike pants and shoes, grabbed my helmet and gloves, kissed She(WMBO), and headed out the door with my Trek on my shoulder. I didn't tell her where I was headed or she would have nixed it. I wanted to ride to Baltimore's Inner Harbor. That would mean riding through some neighborhoods She considers dangerous. They aren't, She just doesn't like that they are a little run down.
As I reached the head of the Gwynn Falls Trail I had a flat. This is one of "those" neighborhoods. I changed the tire and no one bothered me.
Tire fixed, I was only 5 miles from the Harbor, but the trail was too strewn with storm debris. I didn't have another tube. SO I bagged it and went home.
I had forgotten about the topography of Baltimore Harbor. Think of it as a bowl. At the bottom is the Harbor. On the rim is where I live. The school across the street is called Hillcrest ... Hill Crest ... for a very good reason.
All seven miles back, and if I had gotten to the Harbor all twelve miles, all seven miles were up, up, uphill.
But what a wonderful day it turned out to be.
Friday, August 26, 2011
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punisment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
That is the last four lines from the poem Invictus. www.bartleby.com/103/7.html Click the link to read it. William Ernest Henley had TB of the bone and lost his leg below the knee. He wrote this poem at about age 25 as a defiant statement against losing his leg.
He was a child who had a devastating disease and lost his leg through no fault of his own. And he had an indominatable attitude. Invictus mean vistory.
We are a all fighting our own battles and sometimes we need to remember this poem especially the ending to know that we are in control.
.... I am the captain of my soul!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
.... and today I came across the part where Chris Downie started to jump rope.
I have a jump rope. I tried it a couple of years ago. It's hanging on a nail in my cellar. I think I will try to learn how to jump rope.
And I have a Perfect PullUp in my door frame. I can do three. I think I will push to do more.
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