Couch to 5k W3D1

In between the madness that was my morning and afternoon, I ran. I was motivated by the fact that I had a presentation to give at 3 pm and that I needed to shower. I didn't really feel excited about running in the evening. After all, I knew it was going to be a long day, and I was going to be exhausted at night. I was mildly inspired to do something that I should have been wildly inspired to do. But I did it and felt great.

After hiking on Sunday, my body was tired. It reacted as expected to the increased amount of running without stopping (180 seconds as opposed to 90 seconds). It was a little tough but the system is set up so well that I felt better on the next 180 second burst than the first. I'm very satisfied by my progress. I guess another satisfying element was checking my weight on the scale today. I keep losing poundage. At this rate, I'll weigh 100 pounds by the time I'm 34. It's my target weight.

Running at noon in Arizona is usually a terrible idea. This case was no different. The sweat was happy to oblige with my decision to run during the day, whereas I was not sweating while running in the evenings. What a difference it made. I felt like crap, but after a shower and a shave, I felt great. Then I rode my bike for a couple of miles to catch the train and I started feeling wobbly. Biking and running on the same day just do not mix.

I wore fancy clothes to my presentation. It went well. Then I went to work after my presentation was over. Working 20 hours a week is just not enough. I wish I worked more to get paid more, and I wish I worked more to get more done. After work, I biked to a train that was already leaving the station, and when I finally caught the next train 20 minutes later, it took 35 minutes to arrive at my destination. Then it was another 30 minute wait to catch the bus (which had its bike rack full), and I didn't have heads/tails lights. The bus driver kindly let me on and we did the switcheroo at the next stop with a guy who really couldn't bike a block if it meant doing a guy a favor. A 5 minute ride later, and I was dying to get tea and some pumpkin bread from my favorite local cafe. It was delicious.

So now I'm here, contemplating my existence and my vulnerability to all of my wonderful devices within these walls, waiting for my stomach to tell me it's time to cook Mac'n'cheese for the fourth night in a row. And it's all no big deal because I ran today and it felt great.