Run Down

I figure if I'm so hungry that I eat my sack lunch at 10:45am, something is amiss with my diet. I started adding protein to my morning meal by having veggie sausage links with my toaster waffles, but I'm still famished by 10:30. Now, of course, I'll be hungry again at 3pm. I have to figure out a way to get this in control because if there's one thing I know about myself, it's that a Hungry Tamara is a Grumpy and Mean Tamara.

Monday 7/30/07 - Jog 2 miles, walk 1/4 mile (or thereabouts)

Showdown - Pasta vs. Evening Run

Yeah, the Pasta won. I was kind of a lump this weekend, but did some gardening on the balcony and washed the dog, so it didn't feel like a total waste.

Thursday 7/26/07 - Jog 2 miles
Friday 7/27/07 - Nada
Saturday 7/28/07 - Runyon Canyon
Sunday 7/29/07 - Nada
(Recap for Week 30 of 2007 - 4 miles jogged, 6 miles walked, Runyon hike)

Psychosomatic

It's been a not so good week workout wise. I ran on Monday and then Tuesday I almost didn't put my workout clothes on because I was being a baby and felt a little soreness in my throat, but I did it. Then Wednesday, I felt, well, like I would poop my pants if I jogged, so I just walked it. I hope tonight I can get a two mile run in, but my mind is making shit up and I don't know what it wants with me.

Monday 7/23/07 - Jog 2 miles, walk 2 miles
Tuesday 7/24/07 - Walk 2 miles
Wednesday 7/25/07 - Walk 2 miles

The Hard Side

I lost another pound this week. And here's where I sound like a bad suburban mom comic - If you find it, don't tell it where I am. I can't help it. I am lame.

Allie and I did the hard side up Runyon Canyon. The hard side is on the right as you go in and it is much steeper, had rickety wooden steps and dogs barreling down full speed at you. It's exciting and terrifying and really fucking hard. I happen to love it, that is, when I'm not sure I'm going to stumble to my death because of a wave of vertigo.

Friday, 7/20/07 - Jog 2 miles, walk 2 miles
Saturday 7/21/07 - walk 2 miles
Sunday 7/22/07 - Runyon Canyon and walk 4 miles

Dancing into the floor

I watch too much TV. So You Think You Can Dance has filled my brain with phrases like backwards assisted arabesque, and dancing into the floor and your musicality is lacking. Except for backwards assisted arabesque, that's how I felt on my Senior Citizen Walk last night. I did the normal one mile of walk and then started to run and it felt horrible. My underwear was bugging me (ladies, avoid the thong on a jog is all I'm saying), my arms felt like they were put on wrong, my feet felt heavy and I could not get into the groove. After a 1/2 mile or so of that I said Fuck It and knowing I would be completing my promise to myself of at least walking 2 miles I stopped. Tonight I try again.

Thursday - 7/19/07 - .5 miles jog, 2 miles walk

High

It's been a long time since I've felt it, but yesterday I got a nice whiff of perfectly awesome endorphins and it felt glorious. I now bow down to the running gods and say, AMEN.

Wednesday - 7/18/07 - Run 2.5 miles, walk 1.5 miles

My abusive relationship with the scale

On Monday I decided to take the evening off and not go on a walk or a run. It had been a while since I just sat my ass down on the couch instead of struggling into the sports bra and it felt glorious. Then I couldn't get to sleep. Then when I finally got up in the morning the scale taunted me by saying I gained a pound. I weigh myself every morning. I know it's not really productive, and the human body fluctuates a lot throughout the week but I do it. And yesterday I was pissed. Then I put on my magic outfit and got two compliments about how skinny I looked. It makes no sense. Anyway, because I remembered how awesome it was to fit into every pair of jeans I owned, I went for a run. This morning, the scale told me I had lost two pounds. So, obviously I need to stop stepping on the scale, but I am compelled to. It's my best motivation.

Monday 7/17/07 - Nada
Tuesday 7/18/07 - Jog 2 miles, Walk 2 miles

Lazy Scab

I hurt some kind of hip or butt muscle and I'm not really sure how, but I refused to let it stop me from going on my senior citizen walks. I call them that because I feel really old when I'm lacing up my sneakers to go on an evening walk after dinner. It's exactly what my Grandpa would do and it's one my childhood regrets that I usually refused to go with him, not knowing he'd be gone from my life too soon. Oh, that was maudlin, sorry.

Saturday, 7/14/07 - walk 2 miles
Sunday, 7/15/07 - Hike Runyon canyon and walk 3 miles

Catch up

I neglect this thing because I'm not really training for anything, just trying to lose a little weight and now I feel like I might be fudging some of the numbers.

Monday 7/2/07 - Walk 3 miles
Tuesday 7/3/07 - Walk 4 miles
Wednesday 7/4/07 - ? I'm pretty sure I didn't get any exercise because National Holiday, hello
Thursday 7/5/07 - Walk 3 miles Jog 1 mile
Friday 7/6/07 - Walk 4 miles (maybe?)

Saturday 7/7/07 - Walk 2 miles Jog 2 miles
Sunday 7/8/07 - Walk 3 miles
Monday 7/9/07 - Walk 3 miles
Tuesday 7/10/07 - Walk 2 miles Jog 2 miles
Wednesday 7/11/07 - Walk 3 miles
Thursday 7/12/07 - Walk 1.8 miles Jog 2.2 miles
Friday 7/13/07 - Walk 1.8 miles Jog 2.2 miles

So, you can see I've been pushing in a little jogging with all of the walking and I make a point to get out there every damned day even if it's just to walk. So far not much change in the weight department, probably due to my fucked up metabolism, but it keeps me off the couch and the food out of my mouth, so there's that.

Runyon Canyon kicked my ass and shit on my dog's foot

June 9 - Jog - two miles
June 16 - Walk - 3 miles
June 30 - Walk - 3 miles
July 1 - Walk - Runyon Canyon and 3 miles

I haven't been doing much lately, but I decided if nothing else I'd at least try to get off my ass and take my dog for a long walk in the evening. It's pretty easy to listen to a book on tape when you aren't wheezing and preparing to die.