Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The March Experiment with Neighbor Ted

My friend Neighbor Ted called.  He is in North Carolina.  I am in Arizona.  We are about to start running together.

I need to move and exercise again.   Thanks to all of you who have stuck with this grumpy bear during the winter.  (In particular, I think that Doc's increasingly tough stance in recent posts have lit a fire under my tail!).

So, Neighbor Ted and I will both be following Hal Higdon's 8K training plan (for 8 weeks).   In reality, 8k is only 5.1 miles and I will likely get there before 8 weeks, but I am heavier now than I have been in previous running seasons. 

Officially, Week 1 starts on Sunday, but I will be doing some walking tomorrow and Saturday to get moving.

I am also going to re-listen to the Two Gomers podcast, a sometimes funny weekly podcast about two guys (in their mid-20's) that started running to prepare for their first half-marathon. 

More to come.

Big Clyde

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The March Experiment Calls to Me

It has been over three weeks since my last confession...

My good friend, Neighbor Ted, moved away almost two years ago.   When he lived next door to me, I would ocassionally ride bikes with him, but could not keep up with his speed or distance.  He also ran.  Though about 5 years younger than me, we were similar in size and habits.  

Then, he moved and I started doing this Clydesdale Project.  I began losing weight, logging decent miles each week and evenutally running.   We could have had so much fun if we were actually doing it together, but we missed that time.

He wrote to me recently and asked why I wasn't blogging much anymore.   The answer is simple:  I'm not really doing any exercise or particularly watching what I eat.   No es bueno.  Shockingly, I've gained back my weight.  What a shame, but it was of my own doing.

I think I have to get back to very small victories in my health journey.   Rather than lament how slow I am now, how the hills look steeper, how I am carrying a heavier load on my runs (can I even run anymore?)...I think I have to do what I did last year in March.  Or two years ago in March.

March has actually been a pivotal month for me in the past two years.
  • In March of 2010, I started eating very healthy foods (low-cal, but good low-cal).  I lots a lot of weight pretty fast.  I was just in the zone and stayed disciplined.
  • In March of 2011, I did this thing that I called The March Experiment.   I exercised 6 days a week.  Some of it was light, others were more impressive, but everyday was at least 20 minutes of something to break a sweat.  I followed that up with April's International 30 Days of Biking.  
So, with thanks to Neighbor Ted for waking me from my sedentary slumber, I will soon begin The March Experiment 2012. 

Maybe I'll even reach for a handful of veggies instead of M&M's.

What will you be working on in March of 2012?

Big Clyde

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Pardon My Nudity

Ask the children to leave the room.  Husbands, hide your wives.  I have enclosed a naked pic of me below to show the highlighted area of my lower back pain.

I am fine, but spent much of January with limited mobility and a lot of aches, due to my compressed lower disc in my back.  During the day, I can basically stand upright and walk somewhat normally.  But if I have been sitting much, or if it is morning or night, then I am limping and in a bit of pain.  Bending is nearly impossible.  Climbing in and out of my vehicle is slow and painful work. 

It is embarassing that I let this happen again.  Too much sitting (required by work) and not enough stretching and exercise is to blame.  I often find myself thinking that my running habit of late 2010 and early 2011 is no longer possible for me.   Yes, I can still bike, but I really did enjoy the running thing.

At 46 years of age and still overweight, am I now too old to gradually begin a walking/running habit?   One year can't make that big of a difference, can it?  (Hopefully not).

So, here is the pic.  The white and red highlighted areas?  Tattoos!  My body is my canvas.