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Full Measure

In efforts to change things up a bit, I’m going to be part of a training group from October 1st until December 21st. The idea is to increase accountability in order to accomplish short-term goals. Pretty nifty. I won’t write about anyone else’s progress–it’s a secret group of sorts, and I don’t want to put anyone else’s personal information out in public–but I’ll update you on what progress I make.

Part of the group ‘requires’ that we take our measurements. Because I’m a guy, two thoughts instantly came to mind:

1.) I’ll just measure my waist.
2.) Wait, I shouldn’t have to measure my waist–my pant size will tell me everything I need to know!

I still stand by the first bit (because fuck it, that’s why) but the second bit didn’t hold up for very long. The reason I thought it should be simple is because men’s pants are supposedly sized very simply (waist circumference x inseam). I noticed, however, that although all of my pants are listed the same size, each pair fits differently. So I broke down, got a measuring tape, and took my waist measurement. The result was more than a bit shocking.

My waist measured 52 inches. Fifty fucking two. I checked, and double-checked, and read to make sure I measured using the correct method. Yep, I did. That’s no good, but it wasn’t the worst part. My pants? Totally a size 42. That’s a difference of ten inches, for the mathematically impaired. Goddammit.

Lots of shit needs to change, and there’s plenty to rant about. For now, though, I’m just focusing on the work. Mud on, Mudder Lovers.

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They Look Like Comfortable Shoes

Today was a victory. I feel this way, even though I had to work on my off day.

Last night, I had trouble sleeping. So I wrote a letter to my love while Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead was playing in the background. I’ve seen it before, and wanted to watch something to give me a kick in the ass. Mission accomplished.

I woke up this morning and had a green juice–meant to have some coffee too, but was running late so I just had a few sips. On my lunch break at work, I went to try on some cross trainers. I ended up having a carrot/orange juice blend and another sip or few of coffee due to time constraints. After leaving work, I went to buy the shoes and grabbed a five fruit frenzy from Jamba Juice. Tasty stuff.

I drank my smoothie on the patio at Pazzo’s (a pizza pub) without sipping a beer or taking a bite of anyone’s food. After sitting with my friends for a few minutes, I had the strangest itch–

I wanted to run.

I rushed home, changed into my workout gear and new shoes, and took off. Sure, I wasn’t the fastest, but I worked my ass off. Hills, grass, gravel, concrete, I tried it all. Nobody pushing me, nobody coaching me,just me. Little Voice wanted to go home. And he got his wish…after an hour of the hardest work I’ve done so far.

Surprisingly, I felt great when I got home, despite running without having really eaten all day. I did put some food in my belly, as well as some green goodness and a few sips of chia gel. I feel great at the moment, and I’m sure that I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.

This healthy shit isn’t so bad.