At the start of April I decided to "run" every day. I did it for more than a week. One mile in the evening. But really I was just jogging. I was going faster than walking, and using more energy, but I was doing 12 minute miles and I wasn't doing anything tiring. I probably could have done two, or three, or maybe even ten miles at that page without batting an eye.
Recently I stopped the jogging, to rest a little. And last night, I went back to it, but I went to run. Really run. I had been hoping I'd have a hard time of it but still struggle through at least a lap. But it was not to be. Right around 1/8th of a mile I started to lose control of my breathing. Running doesn't work when you're hyperventilating trying to get enough oxygen just to stay conscious. So I ran 1/8 mile, walked 3/8 mile, ran 1/8 mile, walked 3/8 mile, ran 1/8 mile, then walked 3/8th mile again. Plus the 1/4 mile each way to and from the track.
I should not run today. I should rest. I should see how that running pans out over 24 hours. I typically really start to feel soreness from exercise a full day later from when the exercise occurred.
Tomorrow I should go back, and see if I can run more than 1/8th mile at a time.
I've been weightlifting every day. The three times a week was good, but when I was in the mood I craved more and more of it. And when I'd skip a day it suddenly became easy to skip a week. I had been overhead pressing 120 pounds for a rep or two, but after a series of failures to lift I was back to pressing 100 pounds and not having a good time of it. So now I lift every day. If I don't really feel like lifting, I declare it to be a rest day, and I lift a light bar (currently 85 pounds, about 80% of a normal day). This seems to be working.
My weight is hovering at the top end of the 230s. I'm almost 240 again. But I don't think it's me getting fatter. I think it's the results of exercise. When I look at my arms in particular, they look large but not corpulent.
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