I’m home with a sick child, who of course isn’t acting very sick.
She is showing off her mad skillz by putting on a Barney tape in her bedroom and putting Barney on Tivo in the family room (which are something like ten feet away from each other)
It’s like listening to somebody sing “Row your Boat” in rounds. Deliberately out of sync. While stepping on Baby Bop.
At least the freakin’ Hokey Pokey Elmo has fallen into a low-battery induced coma…
😉
Another of my sporadic updates on being fat and trying to be not so fat.
Let’s see.
I ran my first (and only) 5K on the 19th. Since then, I’ve embarked on something called the One Hour Runner plan. Here it is in a nutshell: build my running time up, without getting injured, so that I can run one hour at a time. Simple enough!
So this week I will run a total of 100 minutes, spread over three runs. By the beginning of October I’ll be up to about 130 minutes, also spread over three runs. After this plan, I’ll probably add a fourth running day. Right now I’m being over-careful and trying NOT to hurt my legs / knees / ankles etc. in part because I’ve been a lard-ass for so many decades and also because the effect of that lardiness is that I’m 100 pounds overweight (well, about 90 now) and that puts more stress on anything that hits the pavement.
So, I’m running, I’m adding time, I’m feeling pretty good about it. My speed is nothing right now. I’m deliberately keeping my pace slow to control my heart rate and breathing (my cardio system is just as shot as the rest of me) and later I’ll worry about the speed.
I need to find me a t-shirt with this saying:
“If you can read this you’ve been passed by a fat guy”