Wednesday,
November 25, 2015
Fifty-five degrees and sunny in late November? This was too much to ask for and I
would like to have ridden for two hours, but I had a side job with outside
painting that just had to be done.
I called the homeowner as I left work expecting them to pick up and say
‘c’mon over.’ Instead, no one
answered.
I drove home thinking about that ride. I could use a great workout the day
before 5,000 calories of Thanksgiving over-eating, even if I was unsure about
the state of my ability to indulge.
Then my cell phone indicated I had a voice mail, which I checked to find
that, in fact, I could do the painting.
Damn.
Savannah called while I was finishing the job
wanting to meet in the Metroparks to walk the dogs. We met there at 4:30, which meant maybe an hour of
daylight. My heel was sore, but I
walked briskly thinking I may or may not hop on the trainer later that
evening. I never count a walk without
at least a pack a workout, but it is good activity and beats the hell out of
sitting in front of the TV, eating and vegetating.
Once home and again without an appetite, I blended
another smoothie for my evening meal.
My weight was still ten pounds down from three weeks ago and I had the
belt on the last notch. This is
good, I suppose, though I wasn’t crazy about the way I’d arrived here. At least I was again getting my
activity in gear and hitting workouts on a much more regular basis instead of
counting on the job to provide all the conditioning in my routine. It had worked pretty well, but was no
long-term plan of value. Spring is
a long time off and the winter months have always been the toughest for me to
maintain focus and training. I
certainly didn’t want to go into the holidays and winter already out of
shape. Bad stomach? Yes – but I’ll take the benefits.
Hike
duration: 60 minutes.
Training
Heart Rate: 90 bpm.
Calories
burned during workout: 350.
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