Fitness

Hi, Internet.

Hi, Bill!

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m talking to you today. Here’s the deal. I’m tired of being above what’s considered a healthy BMI, and I want to do something about it.

But Bill, isn’t that why you run?

Sure, I suppose so, but in actual fact, I’ve been running more to mitigate a lack of consciously healthy lifestyle. See, I’ve viewed running as a band-aid which lets me eat crap. When, as my gloriously fit wife has demonstrated much to my benefit, it ought to be a supporting part of eating well and sleeping well.

But enough about that, Internet. I want to, right now, dwell on the glories of running in New England in the summertime, with the breeze coming off of Narragansett Bay, the birds singing, and wild blackberries.

It’s been a good week up here in Mystic, my hometown, out there on the edge of the Long Island Sound. I’m on program for running, think I’m going to finally get on to Week 3 of the 100 pushups plan, and my folks are up to entertain the children.

Jacob and I did my long run together on Saturday, he on his bicycle and me on my extremely white pair of Asics. I’ve been alternating shoes between them and my Nikes this campaign, and my legs feel great.

Jake was a trooper, exuberant when we stopped by Bartleby’s for something to drink mid-run. It wasn’t until we got within a half mile of home that he realized that he hadn’t whined at all for 8 miles, and didn’t have much chance to make it up before we got home. So, there was a little gripe about a hill, and a little about being hungry, but his heart wasn’t in it, and he had a smile on his face while he complained.

Sometimes kids just need to feel like their existance is acknowledged.

The rest of the week has been good. I was a bit spent on Wednesday, so didn’t get the full impact I should have from intervals. Oh, and went into a presentation still sweating. Which wouldn’t have been bad, but the guy I was briefing had gotten some third channel bad information, and has a bit of a grudge against my boss’s boss. Which made the sweat look like flopsweat, and robbed me of the ability to make a joke about running at lunch.

But other than that, things are good.

2 thoughts on “Fitness”

  1. no complaints for 8 miles is definitely a good sign. running for a whole mile and half with my kid without complaints is a success (of course, she’s faster than me now)

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