I ran 25 minutes today. The moon was shining very bright for this evening run. Lots of cats on the trail. Fairly uneventful.
I plugged in 2.6575 miles according to my trusty pedometer and when compared to Day 1 and Day 2 of this week, it was a great achievement. Another great achievement is finding out that my units were incorrect. Any time my units are wrong, it's a sad day. Obviously my time is measured in minutes/mile, not miles/minute. I'm not a rocket. Yet.
I'm currently at a pace of 9.41 minutes per mile. That's actually 9 minutes and 25 seconds. That's a dramatic improvement. What's weird is that all I've eaten the last 18 hours is pizza. I've had about 5 slices in total (the great pizza dinner/breakfast combination). I had a little going away party in Downtown Mesa at Queen's Pizzeria and it was delicious. The cheese was so thick that the pizza stayed warm and heavy until the morning. This doesn't sound very healthy. I think that there is still grease between the valleys of my fingerprints.
So a 9:25 mile. That's bonkers! Compared to an 11:09 mile time last time? I gained an entire minute on my average mile time for my 25 minutes. Of course I last alluded to the uncertainty quantification, but we'll smugly ignore any uncertainty this time around.
The whole run was great. I got pumped up beforehand pretty naturally and did some quick jumps and strides to get a feel for my body's preparation. This is a great indicator of whether or not my body feels loose and in the mood to run. I usually have some quirks to do before I feel confident about attacking a task.
It was only two days ago that I was bed-ridden with a flu. Now this is bizarre. I got hit with the flu Thursday night and it brought me way, way down. All of my joints were aching terribly and my arm felt like it wanted to fall off when I was driving. I had a headache, a fever, and I wanted to sleep. I felt miserable. But since I've been exercising, my immune system beat the shit out of my virus. I slept for 12 hours that night and woke up feeling much better. I still had residual dizziness but it wasn't too bad. Some of the symptoms stayed with me the rest of the day. I was about 85%. It was an improvement from feeling about 60% the day before. I suppose 0% would be dead, 20% would be AIDS, 40% would be uncontrollable vomiting, and 100% of my audience would be offended by my scales.
And today I feel awesome. Usually you can tell that your body just recovered from a sickness because of this weird weak feeling that you might get from standing up too fast or something similar. I got it at the 25th minute of running, during my cool down walk. That was a great sign. My immune system is definitely picking up, and the rest of my body is following suit because of my increase in exercise.
So this feels like an interesting transition stage. I can either keep eating like I'm not trying to lose weight, or I can really bear down like I did at the beginning of my routine. And it's going to be very difficult because so many things are happening right now. Lots of temptation and lots of different foods to try!
I'm going to try my best to eat better. It's going to contribute to a healthier lifestyle and eventually ensure stable weight loss. I've lost a lot of weight but there's still a lot to go. And it seems like just the time to turn this routine up a notch.
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