One Mile

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I went out to do a run today, but instead of the regularly scheduled interval C25K run I had planned (W6D1), I decided I was going to clock my time for the SparkPeople Trick-or-Treat Trot Virtual 5K that The Mom posted about for which I’ve been signed up for a while. I also wanted to kill off a quest over on Fitocracy (Go For A Jog: Run a mile in under 12 minutes; +50 XP).

So I got out there, and I started out on a nice easy jog. My park trail is a quarter mile, so I figured I’d do two jogging laps followed by a walking lap and repeat that four times, and finish off with half a lap of jogging. I also wanted the one-mile time, so I figured I’d start with that.

I’m dumb.

First of all, I didn’t have anything to eat all day before I did this at 5:30pm. I also had only had about 16 ounces of water and a 20-ounce Mountain Dew, so I was clearly not hydrated enough. Disaster befell.

Well, not exactly a disaster. I only made it the one mile instead of the full 5K before I decided to head home. However, that one mile? Yeah. 10m30s. I’m 235 pounds and 38 years old, and I haven’t done any running since high school. I played racquetball in college the first time through, and I did a lot of biking in my 20s, but not anything extremely healthy since then. And I ran a mile in under 11 minutes. I’m pretty damn proud of myself for that!

Feeling a little sick…

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I registered for the Jingle Bell Run today. Here’s my personal page. If you’d like to donate, I’d gladly accept donations. If you’d like to pimp out my page for donations, I’d really appreciate it.

I put on there:

If I make my first goal ($500), I will run in a pink sequined Santa Hat. If I make my second goal ($1000), I will add a pair of green Victoria’s Secret long johns to the ensemble. If I go higher than that, well, we’ll see what I can come up with.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I go higher than $1000, but there will be something. Possibly.

Also, if anyone wants to get me these shoes to run in, I wouldn’t say no, and I’d be very happy. Size 9.5 mens, please.

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FFF: Return of the Diva

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Tomorrow, I start back on C25K. I will run in the Jingle Bell Run if it kills me. Which it won’t. And I’ll do it solo, since it doesn’t seem that neither the Princess nor the Drama Queen are going to be joining me. That’s okay, though. That just proves that really, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I am the best.

Of course, I’ll be hitting up folks who want to sponsor me in the 5K. I’m poor and am gonna be lucky if I can afford the entrance fee.


It sucks, though, because The Mom and Big Daddy were gonna try to be there to cheer us on, along with The Leon. We were also gonna see if Roller Boy and Jan Brady were gonna come along, and maybe have a family Christmas a little early. That’s okay; if they don’t want to be skinny and be awesome and have family time, I’m okay with that. I’ll carry the burden for the Fat Family.

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You missed me. I can tell.

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Sorry about the radio silence. It’s been A Month At School. Suffice it to say that I barely had time to scratch my ass, but I’ve got a killer portfolio and only a week and a half of classes left.

It seems that I’m being published. Just a short essay (maybe two, I forget) in the back of Barbara Bretton’s next Sugar Maple book. It just blows my mind that four years ago, I didn’t have any idea she existed, and now, because she’s awesome and I’m awesome, it’s a major confluence of awesome. I wrote up my bio for the wordiness that I wrote:

JEREMY BREDESON is a professional administrative assistant (who has very strong opinions about certain fonts — I’m lookin’ at you, Comic Sans and Papyrus), the high priest of one of the oldest cybercovens on the Internet, knits like a fiend, and plays video games like a teenager in his copious spare time. He lives in Columbus, Ohio, with his husband Leon and their very spoiled pretty, pretty princess dachshund, Belle. You can find him at (though, you may want to turn off your judgements; he has very few filters and has a mouth like a sailor) and on Ravelry as technocowboy.

Sounds about right, yeah?

Let’s see, what else?

One more quarter of school. If things go the way they should, I graduate on September 9. I CAN’T WAIT. I tossed in a random for-the-hell-of-it class (Elementary Spanish 1), because heaven forbid I stay with a 12-credit quarter. No, has to be ELEBENTY BRAZILLIONTEEN. I went in to talk to one of my teachers (well, okay, not talk; I went in to FREAK THE HELL OUT on her and nearly start crying) yesterday and was told that I’m one of the department’s best students. That’s an amazing feeling, to be honest. I’m proud of the work I’ve done, and I don’t need the recognition. It’s nice to hear, but it’s not needed. I’m in a couple of classes with people who are either graduating next week or with me, and the sheer amount of crazy talent that these people put out is daunting. It also makes me proud to be in school with them. We will rule the world, you know.

Speaking of, have you seen this commercial? Yeah, exactly. Because this is something that admins have known FOR.EV.ER.

I’ve got a few knitting things going on: a mystery shawl-along, three pair of socks (YES, SCOTT, YOURS, TOO), a hat (THIS ONE, TOO, SCOTT), a red hood thingy, two Christmas stockings, and a couple more market bags. I’ve got a few things in the wings, too, that OMG I’M NEVER GOING TO BE DONE KNITTING. I have to get a couple of bags done for a couple of my favorite teachers as thank-you gifts when I graduate.

My running has fallen by the wayside, sadly. I’m going to try to kick myself in the ass about it, though, after the quarter’s over. I’m moving on to Week Two in C25K, and hopefully, I’ll be able to keep it going. I have faith in myself to get it going.

Disaster strikes!

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After two crappy days of rain here in the Costa Rican rainforest Columbus, we had a clear day. So I went out on my training run/walk. It started out okay. I was feeling good, and I was moving well. Then, about two-thirds of the way through it, my right calf cramped up but good. It felt like someone stuck a fork in the muscle and twisted it like they were picking up some spaghetti. I stopped, walked around a little, stretched a little, and tried to start back up. Yeah, that’s not gonna work. So I limped my fat ass home, about a 10-minute walk.

Do I know what caused it? Yeah, I do. Something that everyone warned me about, but I was too stubborn and/or stupid to pay attention to. I didn’t stretch. Yes, I know. Stop. You too, Angela. I can hear you from all the way over there.

You can bet your ass that on Tuesday when I do this again between classes, I’ll stretch first.

And for now? Ow. Shower time, followed by some Sombra, probably (which, if you’ve never used it, you need to get for your “Hi, I’m old!” aches and pains. Smells better than your normal sports creams and is nicely tingly). Then I Am Legend. Then maybe some video games. Or homework. Probably homework. *sigh* It’s a never-ending battle.

Fighting for air

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I’m kind of a perfectionist. I know, you’re shocked. And I know that I’m just getting started in this. I want to go running, but I have homework that’s due by midnight, and I’m already so very uninspired by it that I’m taking time out to blog instead of doing my Office Integration work. And really, it’s only six things, but they’re… they’re crap I already know how to do. And this class is only two more weeks, but in those two weeks, I’ve got the six for today, the 14 due next Monday, and then the Final due on May 3. Plus the work for all of my other classes. I’m feeling INCREDIBLY over-worked right now, and I feel like I’m just getting further and further behind.

I’m pushing myself way too hard; I know this, but it’s not going to stop me. My GPA is going to drop this quarter because I’m so overloaded that I don’t even know what questions to ask when I need help.

Day One: The Aftermath

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I feel fucking awesome. I slept fantastically last night. I got out of bed more easily than normal. I have a crapload of energy.

Now if I could figure out how to balance my diet, I’d be better. We have a lot of crap at home because it makes quick lunch snacks (and it tastes mighty tasty). I know it’s not good for us, but I don’t know what to do about it.

I’m kind of looking forward to my jiggly bouncing down the street tomorrow.

Bounce. Bouncebounce. Flop. Flail.

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Last night, I made a decision. I’d been mulling it over for a week or so, but last night I asked for help, and then, after reading the advice, I decided to do something about it. Anyone who knows me knows that when I make a decision, I usually make it very quickly and once I make it, I have to — HAVE TO — start it nearly immediately. If I don’t, I either get cranky because I can’t do it or haven’t done it or I get apathetic and don’t do it.

I’ve decided to do the Couch to 5K Training Plan. And, having made that decision, I did my first training session tonight. Just got back in about five minutes ago, as a matter of fact.

I’m of two minds about it right now. On the one hand, I want to (and do!) thank every one of you who encouraged me to do this. I know that in nine weeks (19, if I do the Couch to 8K training offered by one of my new podcasts, I will be slimmer by a minimum of 20 pounds (if I don’t heifer down everything in sight after every session), I will feel incredible both physically and about myself, and I will be able to run for three miles in a row and look damn good doing it.

On the other hand, I want to shake each and every one of you who didn’t warn me that my first training session would SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Oh my freakin’ GODS, I hurt. Oddly, my biggest hurt is my right hip. My left is fine. My shins hurt, my right calf is already tightening up, my knees are screaming and my elbows are twingey. I thought I was gonna DIE on my last running interval. I think my next session will be with my VFFs, even though I think I have the wrong ones for urban running (and HSJosh was TOTALLY right about the attitude that one gets when one wears them; I feel vastly superior to everyone when I’m wearing them), just to see what kind of difference I get.

Tomorrow between classes, I’m going to go down to the locker room at school and weigh myself. I want to keep track of that. I’ll keep the weigh-ins and progress here, too. I’ll probably also create a spreadsheet with a line chart (shut up; I’m an admin, and I’m DAMN good at it. Let me do what I’m good at) and I’ll put that up on here periodically as well.

I really wish we had access to a high school track. Yeah, the constant circles would get boring and that’s a bad thing, but it would help me know how far I’m going instead of just how long I’m going. Right now, my goal is to get to the end of the nine weeks. Then I’ll add the goal of the next 10 weeks for the Gateway to 8K, followed by another 10-week session of Freeway to 10K. Ugh. YarnJosh is going to mock me for getting into this; he’ll be nice about it, but he’ll still mock, because he leaves knitting early every week to go run, and now, I’m gonna want to go, too, even though I know I won’t be up to his level for quite a while.

Someone last night told me that when I start to look forward to the running, that’s when I know how I’ve caught the crazy. Because of the rush of endorphins, I can feel that. We’ll see how I feel about it tomorrow. And now, I’m off for a quick shower to de-sweat and a long bath to soak it all away.

Weigh-In: 2XX pounds XX ounces (no, those aren’t Roman numerals; they’re placeholders. Smartasses. Yes, I heard you thinking that, Teddy.)