Running
5K in 29:11 last night, which is 1:43 faster than the last time I ran, a week ago. I thought I was gonna puke for sure. I think I'm not going to challenge that PB too hard for now.
Andres Iniesta I ain't, still.
I have to wonder where the hell these gains are coming from. Is it that I'm walking a few miles a day, and that's boosting my running ability? Is it that I'm actually trying, whereas typically I haven't pushed myself at all, just climbed on the treadmill, set it to 5.5 or 5.7 mph, and climbed back off after 5K without ever really feeling it? Is it, like miss_adventure suggests, something about the springtime?
Is it that I'm not in fucking Seattle anymore? In Seattle I could never drag myself out of bed - the one time I had an 8:30 class, I had terrible attendance, and even 9:30s were hard; but whenever I've been outside of Seattle for work, invariably a job requiring I get up at 7 AM, it's been easy to pop out of bed. Granted, that's been in the summer and, now, spring, not during the Seattle winter. Plus, I have liked all the jobs I've had, whereas sitting through class isn't particularly motivating as a reason to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. And I don't see what's so special about L.A. - the air here is practically chewable, so it's not like that's helping my lungs any. But maybe it is something about Seattle - my former roommate has also left Seattle for California and has also been kicking ass on the exercise front lately, way more than I have!
Too many variables.
Well, last night I was up a pound and a half from Monday (elliptical). Maybe I was just pissed off and motivated due to that. I am suspicious of the YMCA scale's accuracy, but I'm sure hockey game food and beer the night between Y visits did me no favors.
I could snark that getting out of the land of size-2 bottle blondes with tits that cost as much as my car will be good for my self-esteem, but I have to spend all summer in the presence of other fresh law school grads, and most women in law school are fucking stick figures. Not all, but most. Ally McBeal, really not an exaggeration. Another one of life's mysteries.
Andres Iniesta I ain't, still.
I have to wonder where the hell these gains are coming from. Is it that I'm walking a few miles a day, and that's boosting my running ability? Is it that I'm actually trying, whereas typically I haven't pushed myself at all, just climbed on the treadmill, set it to 5.5 or 5.7 mph, and climbed back off after 5K without ever really feeling it? Is it, like miss_adventure suggests, something about the springtime?
Is it that I'm not in fucking Seattle anymore? In Seattle I could never drag myself out of bed - the one time I had an 8:30 class, I had terrible attendance, and even 9:30s were hard; but whenever I've been outside of Seattle for work, invariably a job requiring I get up at 7 AM, it's been easy to pop out of bed. Granted, that's been in the summer and, now, spring, not during the Seattle winter. Plus, I have liked all the jobs I've had, whereas sitting through class isn't particularly motivating as a reason to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. And I don't see what's so special about L.A. - the air here is practically chewable, so it's not like that's helping my lungs any. But maybe it is something about Seattle - my former roommate has also left Seattle for California and has also been kicking ass on the exercise front lately, way more than I have!
Too many variables.
Well, last night I was up a pound and a half from Monday (elliptical). Maybe I was just pissed off and motivated due to that. I am suspicious of the YMCA scale's accuracy, but I'm sure hockey game food and beer the night between Y visits did me no favors.
I could snark that getting out of the land of size-2 bottle blondes with tits that cost as much as my car will be good for my self-esteem, but I have to spend all summer in the presence of other fresh law school grads, and most women in law school are fucking stick figures. Not all, but most. Ally McBeal, really not an exaggeration. Another one of life's mysteries.