Monthly Archives: March 2012

De-Ragifying with the Zoms

A strange thing happened to me today.

Started out as a fairly regular Monday. You know. Pretty shit. Had to get up early. Had to get on a stinky, crowded train. Decided that rather than walk to work (Waterloo to London Bridge) I would take more of a stinky train to get in early.

Got in early. No bananas. Work work work worky work. Gym at lunch – ran 5km. Fairly standard.

Work work work worky work. (There may have been a meeting or two in that worky work there somewhere).

Commute home, stinky train. Pick up groceries. Eat some dinner, eff about online. Talk to my moms (which is always a highlight) but then RAGE RAGE RAGE (my poor, patient moms) about a particularly INFURIATING work thing that is going on.

I was very ragey again today. There is a thing (the same “thing” as always) at work and a thing in my personal life that is filling me full of rageohol.

Now, if you know me, you know how I deal with rageohol: Usually I dilute it with alcohol. Seems like the right thing to do.

But today… today I got changed into my running shit after my call with my moms. I fired up my Runkeeper and Zombies, Run! apps. And I went for a motherfucking run.

Now… here’s the strange thing that happened (I mean – over and above the fact that I went for a run instead of a pint): I liked it.

There was a point where I was actually enjoying the exercise. Double-you Tee Eff, man? ENJOYING THE RUNNING.

I’m sat here now in minor amounts of pain. My feet are a wee bit torn apart (I did run nearly 15km today in total – and this after running 10km yesterday… WHO EVEN AM I?) and I’m pretty sure my thighs are going to be non-functioning tomorrow (there is already a pretty deep ache)… but I feel good.

And not just self-righteous good (a by-product of any exercise if you are me), but good-good. My rage has subsided. I am feeling fairly at piece with the universe.

I hope this is a feeling I can remember (not the feet/thighs part – the other part) because I would like to feel this way more often.

This was my run, by the way. Check out those changes in elevation. That first hill is where the zoms nearly got me. I thought I was going to vomit (zom vom) when I got to the top… I’m not nearly in shape enough to fucking sprint up a hill that far into a run.

http://runkeeper.com/user/jodiwankenobi/activity/77826178

Who knew that trying to escape a murderous pack of zombies would motivate me enough to run and run and run. Bless you, zombies.

Goal Tracking. Week 12.

This week: Success. On track for 11/52 weeks so far.

HOWEVER. I am not on track for keeping up with the goal tracking. How am I already a week behind? SAD TIMES.

I’m not sure what has been happening in my brain for the last few weeks, but I’ve been highly resistant to getting shit done. It’s like weaponised procrastination.

Not just the blog – I haven’t been tracking my exercise or food properly. I haven’t been doing my laundry (just caught up this week). The list could go on and on.

I’m not sure if it is still a push-back from the uber-restraint that was February, or if it turns out that I’m just that fucking lazy. I’d like to blame the former, but I’m fairly sure that it is the latter.

Anyway: Tomorrow’s goal tracking is NOT going to be pretty. At all. But I’m okay with that. Hopefully it will motivate me to get back on track.

Goal Tracking. Week 11.

This week: Success. On track for 10/52 weeks so far.

This is a mini-success, for although I have dropped from last week’s weigh-in, I am still up over what I was two weeks ago. I’m okay with that though, because there have been other wins.

Like last night. Last night I ran 8.27km in an hour. Which is pretty super. I’m feeling good about that.

And on the weekend I bought trousers a size smaller than usual. More win.

Goal Tracking. Week 10.

This week: FAIL! On track for 9/52 weeks so far.

I thought I would be more uptight about my weight being up this week… but I’m totes not. Couple of reasons:

1. I KNEW it was going to be up this week. It was nearly deliberate.
2. It is good for me to fail so I don’t set myself up to think that I have to be perfect this entire year (because I don’t).

After the detox ended on 29 February, I went on a “vacation” from all this uptightness around my body. I stop recording every movement and every morsel. I didn’t exercise on purpose. I drank beer. I ate pizza.

Yesterday was the last day of absolute indulgence – I’m back to trying to eat in a healthy yet balanced way.

As for this week’s “fail”… now I’m free to be imperfect. I don’t have to beat myself up later when I’ve had 25 “perfect” weeks and then my weight bumps up. It helps me focus on what is really important:  Things are trending in the right way.

And although my weight went up from last week, so did my lean mass. Meanwhile, my body fat percentage was down from last Tuesday. So… not that big a fail, all things considered!