This is actually news to me because, although I have been running, I don’t weigh myself. I don’t weigh myself because, you know, ICK. No one wants to see that number. Also, it is incredibly demoralizing to follow it closely. Not to mention that the numbers don’t tell you the whole story of what your body is doing.
I don’t see the change in my body. Maybe this is because I have a negative self-image or because I have little to no ability to objectively look at myself. Maybe I’m just not spending enough time looking in a mirror. Maybe it’s just that I was wearing good clothes yesterday. Maybe my body is simply rearranging its current weight into a more pleasing configuration.
What is likely happening is that my fatty parts are shrinking and my muscly parts are growing.
See, while I don’t track my weight and I haven’t seen changes in the mirror, I HAVE noticed that I was able to semi-rapidly transport myself on foot from my house to Sam’s soccer game yesterday, a distance of nearly four miles. I HAVE noticed that I can now reliably go for a 3+ mile run in the evening with only a short walking interval in the middle.
(I have also noticed that it is much harder to run in the middle of the day—say, at a time when soccer games are played—when it is 90 degrees outside.)
I am running to lose weight, but also to get fit. I’m thrilled that people are seeing positive changes in me, but even more, I am proud that my body is so much stronger than it was a few months ago. Last spring, running for two minutes intervals on my treadmill was a killer. Now, I feel confident that I could run a 5k with no problem.
It would be a SLOW 5k, but I could do it.
I think that is cool.
Here’s the thing. I am a runner. I used to run daily. I loved it. I have always been a runner, even though I haven’t always run. I have gone long stretches, years even, without running, but never does my body feel better than when I run every day. I started up again last spring, in a largely on and off fashion.
I’m trying to be a lot more strict with myself about how often I run. I figure that success begets success, right? Tell me I look like I’ve lost weight and I will try to run to my kid’s soccer game later that day. Tell me I’m awesome for trying to run to my kid’s soccer game and I will get up the next morning and run a two and a half-plus mile loop before Alex even wakes up. Let me run a two and half-plus mile loop in the morning, and I’ll buy a grilled chicken wrap at the doughnut store for lunch instead of a doughnut.
Also, I have to run more regularly because I was dumb enough to sign up for the Run For Your Lives race in late October. This is a 5k obstacle race that features people dressed up like zombies who try to catch you. The zombies will not care about my progress or the fact that I CAN run a 5k. They will just care that I can run a SLOW 5k.
I’m a little panicked about that. I spend most of my runs these days worrying about whether I will be faster than the zombies and also wondering if I will be facing shambling zombies or running zombies. It seems more sporting to have them be shamblers, but the zombie apocalypse has never been about sportsmanship.
To train, I’ve been running using the Zombies, Run app. It seems appropriate.
Part of my new, healthy regimen involves going to bed at 10 or 11 pm every night. I miss 1 am a lot. That 11pm to 2 am time was Stimey Time. BUT, I also feel a lot better about myself when I don’t nap for three hours during the day. Also, I run faster and feel less like I’m going to fall down when I’m less tired. That said, I’m off to bed. See you tomorrow—after my run. I might try to add a half mile to the loop I ran this morning.