Just a Quick Update Today on St. Paddy's...
This entry was posted on 3/20/2007 10:58 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Just a real quick update today becaue my head is killing me and I've been working around the clock the last few days...
I woke up at 3:30 in the morning on St. Paddy's so I could bike for a few hours before I went out and about. I knew I wasn't going to be capable of biking later (or anything else for that matter) so I wanted to burn some calories to start off the day.
Now I've almost entirely cut out booze from my diet... and outside of my trip home, it's been almost 6 weeks since I've even had a beer. This is quite an accomplishment considering it used to be near the top of my food pyramid.
I wanted to enjoy St. Paddy's day for two reasons:
- I needed to unwind a little. I've been going so hard for so long, it was just nice to let my hair down so to speak.
- I knew that I would feel so terrible later in the day that it would provide another big kick in the a$$ to get moving again.
My hypothesis was correct.
It was pitch black outside when I pounced into the waiting arms of Savage Henry. And along the way, I pulled out a few frosty beverages from the fridge to tide me over. And over the course of the next 2.5 hours, I burned over a 1400 calories (well... really closer to 700 when you factor in the 7 beers I drank while I was pumping away).
I am aware of dehydration issues and all that jazz but it just seemed appropriate at the time. And I'm not going to argue with anything that puts a smile on my face these days.
So I hopped off a little after 6am, showered up, and headed out to the bar...
(This portion of the story intentionally left blank from my mind)
I returned home at about 1pm. I had spent the last 2 hours swaying in the wind like a tree. Fortunately, my yoga skills proved life-saving. Despite my ever-moving top half, my lower body was cemented to the floor like a deep-rooted sequoia.
I know I scared a good many people that day. A man of my stature is a little intimidating when it's floating back and forth by about 60 degrees in every direction.
I then took a nap. Promptly woke up at 3am (14 hours later) and hopped on the scale. I weighed in at 372.
All good.I hopped on the bike for another hour and went back to bed.
All in all last week: I accumulated 20 hours worth of exercise.
Anyhow, my goal (I started training two months ago) is a three day walk for breast cancer awareness. It's 20 miles a day for three days. I get to walk it, not run like you. I ran two miles for the first time this week. As in two WHOLE miles in a row, no walking breaks. I thought my lungs were gonna burst and I'd be this fat dead girl on the sidewalk that someone would mistake for one of our many drunken homeless folks and then when my lungs stopped feeling they would burst - I thought my bowels were going to blow. Luckily I made it home with both lung in tact and without shitting myself. Success! 