Went out again tonight, after about two weeks of not getting my butt into gear. More or less the same distance as last time -- around 2.75 mi -- and it went well, slow but steady pace and only stopped at red lights. I want to get some kind of pedometer, something that can track distance and average speed maybe. I don't know that I've quite hit a ( Read more... )

I just ran over two miles, without stopping once, and the last half of it had about eight straight blocks of uphill.

I declare that experiment a success. That totally is instant sanity.

I don't count calories. I've developed a sweet tooth. I don't ration my portion sizes. I eat as many snacks as I want, and more than my body needs to fuel itself. I don't go to a gym. I currently weigh as much as I ever have -- more than I have in seven years, at what was probably my most unhealthy period in college ( Read more... )

I just did 60 diamond push-ups -- in four sets of 15, not going all the way down, but still with something that's starting to approach reasonable form.

It's times like this that I think I might not be deluding myself that I lean toward burly for a girl.

Two nights ago, I was lifting weights at the school gym and stepped out into the hall to get a drink at the water fountain. As I was doing so, a guy waiting asked (casually, but apparently seriously) if I was on active duty in the Navy. I stared at him blankly for about four seconds before remembering that I was wearing exercise shorts that said " ( Read more... )

Once I remind my body, "Hey, you used to be stronger and able to do more stuff," it replies, "Oh, hey, that's right! That was awesome ... maybe we should do that again ( Read more... )