
Finally . . . Some Progress In Weight Loss!

Well, yesterday’s run didn’t completely kill me. I was hesitant about heading out today but once I shuffled about half a mile or so, I felt alot better and managed to put in four miles. So, four days in a row. In itself, this won’t exactly get me to the starting line but if I can keep it up for another several months I’ll at least make a dent in the fitness situation.
I started listening to audio while running recently. It used to be that I only listened to audio if I absolutely couldn’t get myself out the door otherwise. Then I would crank up some tunes . . . either mostly bad 80’s music that provides an initial burst of energy but gets annoying after a while because it’s just bad music, Motown, or in some cases, chill out to some jazz. Lately though, I’ve started listening to either audiobooks or podcasts on the way home and gotten so enthralled that I’ve taken them out on the run — and even end up running farther just because I want to get more into the book. Today, it was The Year of Reading Dangerously by Andy Miller. It’s a memoir of a English man who has a rather mild midlife crisis — no red corvettes, blingy gold chains, or anything like that, but rather, a sense of disappointment with some aspects of his life that he has passively settled into. He begins to desire to “improve himself,” makes a “list of betterment,” with books that he has resolved to read, and sets out to read about a book a week, and writes about his experiences with these books. Some of them are classics such as Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice and Middlemarch. Others are books he became interested in for one reason or another. In one of the most memorable sections, he relates the experience of reading Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, The Sea. From what I gather, the protagonist of the novel is a rather pompous and disturbed retired actor. Food plays a major part in the novel, and Andy Miller’s relating of some of these dishes is ‘laugh out loud” funny! What’s even funnier is, not knowing much about cooking, he attempted some of the recipes of the novel’s protagonist himself, and got to experience firsthand Iris Murdoch’s irony. Anyway, now I need to put The Sea, The Sea on the reading list.
My wife is at class tonight so it’s reading time tonight. Another book and a half of Plato’s Republic with taking notes to get ready for class Monday. Need to keep moving through Paradise Lost because I’m teaching it later this year and feel woefully underprepared. Of course, I’ve taught the Republic for eight years now, but it’s so rich that every year, I feel like I’m starting all over again. Then, I’m hoping to get into something that I’m not reading to prepare to teach a class. So, that’s the daily wrap-up.
What tricks have you used to get yourself out the door to exercise? Is there a particular kind of music or audio that is helpful? I’d love to hear about it!
My oldest son and I decided to run a marathon together in the Fall of this year. So, I decided to get my act together and actually follow a training schedule for a change. I pretty much took a Christmas break from running, so I’m feeling rather soft and out of shape. I’d like to lose some weight and improve my speed so that if my son decides he wants to run the whole thing with me, it won’t be absolute torture for him to go as slow as I do.
The first two days, it was tough to get out the door to run 3-5 miles. However, today something started to kick in. I set out to run three miles and continued to stretch it out and ended up running up to Hanna Park, a city park north of my house, and doing some trail running to end up running eight miles. It was an absolute blast — the sun shining on me and then being able to watch the hues of the sun setting, the rough terrain of our somewhat eroded beach, and being able to be outside and move on a warm January day. I can’t remember the last time I came home from a full day of work and put in eight miles! Usually, it’s a four mile or so trudge after getting home from work. I was pumped! So it looks like I’m good for “sticking with the program” for this week.
I’ll be lining up some events for late spring and early summer to test my fitness. Meanwhile, I’ll see if I can lose some weight, feel better, and gain more energy.
Sunday afternoon, I received further confirmation that I am getting old. I’ve always been a fan of hard copy books, and appreciated them more than electronic readers. I did an about face on that yesterday. I picked Volume One of Richard Sibbes’ Collected Works off the shelf, intending to read “The Soul’s Conflict.” I start reading and notice that it appears that the type is in a 2 point font. Immediately I think, “can I get this on Kindle so that I can adjust the print?” So, its official. As much as I like the feel of a real book, the architecture of the page, the texture of the paper, being able to underline and take notes in the margins, I’m settling for simply being able to read. It is possible to annotate Kindle books with the note taking feature and copy and past the notes into Evernote, so note taking is still available. But the Kindle keyboard is difficult for me with the fine motor skill issues that I have. One more piece of evidence to indicate that, as my father-in-law used to say, “the warranty is running out.”
I’ve put December 31 as the day to decide on which ultras to enter for 2015. I wish it were so easy. But in reality, I’ll decide later than that.
I really enjoy the sport. I see each event as a day away from the cares of normal life. Each event is a new adventure. The course, the other participants, the travel, the atmosphere, battling fatigue, and pushing myself to new limits all make for an epic challenge. However, I’m taking some medications that have the unpleasant side effect of weight gain. So, I’m almost at my peak in terms of weight. What this does is that it presents the spectacle of a 230 lb. man trying to run 30-plus miles. Plus, the downside of each event is what it takes away mentally, physically, and emotionally for days to come. I’m not sure I have those reserves to draw on.
While nearly every day I look at ultrasignup, I’m postponing any decision making until I get healthier and I can train consistently.
A friend recently challenged me with the thought of “numbering my days.” The phrase comes from Psalm 90:12, which reads, “teach us, O Lord, to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Earlier in the psalm, we are told that “the years of our life are seventy, or if by strength, eighty . . . ” So I decided to “split the difference,” and use 75 for computational purposes.
Right now, I’m fifty years old, plus 263 days. If I live to be 75, that gives me 9,223 days (102 days left until I turn 51, 25 years x 365 days = 6 leap year days). Now, this may seem like an excessively literal interpretation of this Bible passage and a morbid preoccupation. But there are at least two things that this exercise has been useful for:
1. 9,223 days is a long time. When you turn fifty, a rude awakening takes place. More than likely, you have lived much more of life than there is in front of you. Calling fifty “middle age” is a polite fiction. “Middle age” is more like 35 or 40. I know that with better health care and so forth, people are living longer than they used to. Still, not that many people live to be 100. But I digress. The good news is that there’s alot in front of me, and I’m better equipped than ever to make the most of it.
2. It breaks the divide between “work life” and “retirement”. I don’t want to retire. Ever. My dream is to keep doing what I’m doing now and find ways to fund the teaching and the writing that I’m doing. Sure, I’d like to do some traveling and participate in some other adventures, but I’m already doing what I love. So, I’m not crossing off the days on the calendar until I can collect Social Security (if it’s still there) or so that I can sit in the sun in South Florida and watch people play golf and complain about how hot it is!
3. It sends a strong message that long term planning is possible and desirable. Looking at my life from such a stark point of view, it seems tragic to simply saunter aimlessly through my days and just get by. It adds incentive to living mindfully, planning wisely, and focusing time and energy on the best and most productive activities. It leads me to ask, “what would I like to be true about my life in 25 years? What would I like to have done?”
4. It means that now is the time to start building. Truth be told, I don’t know if I have 9,223 days left. I may have one. Or I may have 12,000. But this does speak to the fact that the time left is finite. While it is a generous amount of time, it’s not infinite. So it’s time to put off excuses and get to work.
What are your thoughts on this?