Operation 199 – Week 2

So far, so good. I fought off the urge to splurge and have a cheat meal on Friday night, and I haven’t had any pizza. Now it is time for the scale to reward me with a good drop in poundage at my weekly weigh-in. In the words of the immortal Bob Wiley, “I’m baby stepping! I’m doing the work! I’m not a slacker! Gimmie gimmie gimmie! I need! I need!”

Monday – 4.25 miles

Tuesday – 2.3 miles

Wednesday – 5.1 miles

Thursday – 3.3 miles

Friday – Rest

Saturday – 6.5 miles

Sunday – Rest

Total Mileage = 21.6

Operation 199 – Week 1

Here we go again…

New Year's Resolution Fail

What is the difference between this year’s declaration and the similar weight loss declarations I have made over the last 4 years? Easy. This year, I am actually going to try…

Monday – 4 miles

Tuesday – 11.6 miles

Wednesday – Rest

Thursday – 3.5 miles

Friday – Rest

Saturday – 3.5 miles / Weights

Sunday – Rest

Total Mileage = 22.6

12 Weeks and Counting

I started 2018 with the same goal that I have given myself every year since 2015; get back running regularly, and lose at least 50 of the 70+ pounds I have gained since June 2014. Unfortunately, I allowed myself to continue in my set habits for the first three months of the year. My total monthly mileage and average pace per mile for January, February, and March looked like this…

  • January – 7.2 miles / 15:41 average pace
  • February 12 miles / 14:04 average pace
  • March 22.9 miles / 14:23 average pace

Needless to say, I was discouraged by these numbers. My family and I were planning to spend the last weekend of March in southern Utah visiting her family. So, the night before we headed south, I humbled myself and asked for some help. I sent a text message to my cousin’s husband and asked him if he would be willing to run 3 miles with me on Saturday. He responded that he would be happy to and that he had the perfect 5 mile course for us to run. I thanked him for his willingness and told him that 3 miles is about all I could handle.

My wife’s cousin picked me up at 7am on Saturday morning and drove us over to the start of the run he had planned for us. Immediately after we turned on our Garmin’s, he smiled and said, “we are going 5 miles”. I told him that 3 was going to be enough for me. He just smiled and told me that not matter how slow we end up going, we are going 5 miles. I relented and told him I would do my best.

I was uncomfortable for the first mile of our run, but it was mostly due to me psyching myself out; however, once we started talking, I got caught up in the conversation, and my body took over, falling into a rusty, yet familiar, rhythm. We ended up running 5.1 miles at a 11:45 pace.

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