I've realized that I'm not going to achieve one of my goals this week, straight up: I can't bike to work, as there's only one day this week that I'm going in to the office (today), and I need to be dressed up for a Very Important Meeting. So, that goal will roll over.
Similarly, I may not be able to take boxing. Boxing is offered two nights at my gym, one being tonight (precluded by Said Work Activities), and the other is Friday (possibly - but not definitely - precluded by jury duty). If I can go Friday, I will. Not sure.
I already screwed up another goal, "Do a week's training as prescribed," this week by going on a long bike ride yesterday. Worth it, although I feel like I caught a touch of a cold. I'm not too bothered by not meeting my goals, since I instituted them as a way to ensure that I got out and got moving this week. And I have done that.
But, but, but! More important! The bf and I have decided to try the Body for Life program. It's similar to a lot of weight lifting programs in that it essentially asks you to start lifting, to jack your protein intake and restrict your fat consumption, and exercise regularly. I think that one thing that will be key to my longterm fitness is getting him on board with something, and he's excited about this program. Plus, I like feeling like I'm doing something, like I have a goal or a target. The program is quite prescriptive. (We're actually combining it with the completely free Labrada program.)
We'll see... He went to the gym 6 times over the past 7 days, and I don't feel too shabby, myself, so...
MY QUEST TO QUALIFY NOT JUST FOR THE OLYMPIC TRIALS BUT FOR THE 2016 OLYMPICS IN THE MARATHON (to do this I will need to halve my marathon time)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Body for me!!
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