Running Log - Jan 5
Back in Colorado. Sun. Hills. Gravel crunching under my feet. No roots, bugs, or humidity. Achilles tendon inflammation down. Time to get back into running. Ummm....weight is 230. As in Lbs. And that's holding my breath. I hate to think what I'd weigh if I exhaled. I DIE of SHAME!
I started out a little too fast in December, and wound up exhausting myself on the Falcon Loop. So I rested and started up again, slowly.
I'm currently running 4 days a week inside the Park (Perry Park). Two light days (about 30 minutes of running plus 15 minutes of walking) and two regular days (about 45-50 minutes of running plus some walking). One long day every other weekend.
Did I mention that about 10 years ago, when I used to run with "the boys" in Colorado I was disappointed because I couldn't find an official classification for my weight? 180 lbs was considered the Clydesdale class. 190 lbs was Super Clydesdale. Or maybe I made that up. In any case, there was no class for 200 lbs.
On light days I walk up the ravine and run down Cheyenne Road back to the house. I take Buster with me when I can, since I'm trying to teach him that other people get upset when he objectifies their pets as chewy snacks.
Yesterday the ravine had 5 inches of fresh snow on a combination of hardpack and bare earth. Slippery as hell. Wind was blowing like a bastard, too. The relative plane of Cheyenne Road was a relief. That road would be awesome on cross country skis. Maybe I'll get some for the winter of 2010. Too damn broke to afford cross country skis in 2009.
So what do you think they'd call a class for people over 220 lbs or -Gawd forbid- 230 lbs? Maybe I should consult with the Coca Cola Bottling Company.
I tried a little more of the POST method that Jerry Jackson recommended. Jerry used to entertain himself at lunch by tossing the caber. Now he runs. I'm not sure he performs feats of strength any more, but whatever you do, don't let him grab you by the throat. At first it was kinda jarring, but I slowly learned to cushion the impact. Gonna keep experimenting with it. Jerry Jackson looks like he's running on air.
Also doing 6 s l o w pullups, now. If I weren't such a FAT bastard, I might do 7 or 8. Goal is 10. Ten slow pullups in one set. Hard going. But my pullup bar in the garage ROCKS. I can reach it if I stand on the tips of my tippie-toes.
