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Saturday, January 11, 2014

Other Considerations

Well, I figured I probably wouldn't make it through the whole year.

A late night, mixed with a midday rehearsal and no one else to let out the dogs led to my decision not to run today, so I suppose I'll have to be happy with 10 days in a row. And I am. Very happy.

I still did my burpees and my pushups, but I spent the rest of the day resting and recuperating. And eating.

In addition to all the other things on which I've been trying to focus, my unreasonably-skilled cook of a brother recently reminded me that my kitchen is a downright privilege to own, and it's not fair to the rest of the world if I don't use it to its full potential. Now, I'm certainly not the world's best cook, but I'm anxious to learn and impress my wife whenever I can, which is why I made fajitas the other night and attempted to create a reduction sauce a few nights after that.

The natural requirement of making amazing meals is, of course, that you have food in the house with which to create said meals. We've had a bad habit of buying lots of ingredients for things and not actually getting around to making them, wasting more food than I'd like to admit, so we're more careful about what we buy these days. The downside is that, whenever I decide to actually cook something, it means a trip to the grocery.

So, that was the other big part of my day today, which will (if all goes according to plan) lead to the creation of my first baked ziti tomorrow, after which the leftovers will likely get my through lunches in the coming week.

Each step of this life overhaul is going to take some getting used to, so I have to be okay with the days that I don't actually get out the door and put in the miles. I'm not training for any particular race at the moment, so I have that option. I'll still be up and out early tomorrow, so all is not lost. Today is not a failure, and tomorrow will almost certainly be a success.

Whether I'll succeed a baking ziti is another matter.

Day 11:
No Running
Burpees/Push-Ups

Friday, January 10, 2014

Runch

I really ought to make myself get out of bed in the morning.
 
In recent memory, I’ve only managed to do this once, which was this past Monday. And it was magnificent. I woke early, got my run in before the sun came up, and found myself with all kinds of energy flowing through my veins. I packed a lunch, wrote a blog post and had breakfast before there were any other sounds in the house.
 
More than that, I got out the door on time (for once), made it to work super early and sat down at my desk with all the energy and optimism of my first day. The fact that events throughout the day beat all that optimism out of me is purely coincidental.
 
The important part was the jumpstart at the beginning of the day. It’s so easy to do, really. All I have to do is make the choice that, when my alarm goes off in the morning, I will not hit snooze. I will, instead, get out of bed, wander over to my shoes and lace up for a workout. Easy, right?
 
Well, it’s not. There’s something in my brain that just doesn’t let that happen. Could be laziness, which seems like the most obvious answer.
 
Whatever it is, it showed itself again this morning, though my late night probably had an effect as well. Once more, I slept until the last possible minute this morning, barely leaving time for a shower before I had to get out the door. I realized, however, that my schedule this evening would not allow for a run after work, which left me with a major predicament. Could this be the first day of 2014 on which I did not run?
 
Nope. Runch.
 
A self-appointed connoisseur of made-up words, I’ve hardly done my best work with “runch,” and I’m almost positive I’m not the first person to call it that. It’s simply using your lunch hour to get in a workout.
 
This would actually be ideal for me, if only I had a shower here in the office. I hate getting up in the morning, and very often have commitments after work hours. However, I generally eat very quickly, so using half of my lunch hour to do the short workouts I’ve devised this year would be perfect, if it weren’t for sweat. Obviously it would be more of an issue if I were to try this in the summer, but the schizo weather of central Texas winters is just as likely to leave me a red, sweaty mess, even in shorter distances.
 
Still, today I had no choice. I brought a change of clothes and a bar of deodorant to work, and I got in my run. And yes, I was a red, sweaty mess by the end, but at least I made it happen, along with the burpees and push-ups. The rest of the core can wait until I start my real rotation tomorrow.
 
Of course, that’s assuming I wake up early enough to get it done.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

The Streak Lives

It's okay, guys, I wasn't going to do all of it all year anyway.

I still ran today, and I still did my burpees and my push-ups, not to mention some sit-ups and squats, but my office doesn't have a pull-up bar or any free weights, and quite frankly, it's 11:15 and I'm just not up for it tonight. Alas.

The important thing is that I got the big ones done and that I actually got around to writing this post, brief though it may end up being. We had a long night of filming for the trailer that will be forthcoming on my latest show, and I just need to climb quietly into my bed.

The streak lives, and shall live tomorrow as well.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Seven of Twelve

With my return to the Wednesday night group run, I have defeated many of last year's months.

January, February, March, April, May, November and December all had smaller totals than I have run in the 8 days of this year, and I'm not even pushing myself. Not yet, anyway.

With daily runs of around 5K, and one long run last Saturday, I've bested seven of the last twelve months. I'm awfully proud of this fact. Not that I'm happy with how little I ran last year, but that, with no race on the horizon, I've still managed to get this motivated, if only for a little over a week.

The water resolution didn't last long, but I'm still moving in the right direction, on the whole. I've cooked two legitimate dinners, including my pseudo-successful attempt at homemade steak sauce tonight. I've eaten breakfast and lunch most days, which again, is more of a victory than it sounds for me.

And I've managed to blog. Short, meaningless little thoughts, maybe. But every day so far.

So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Decisions, Decisions

The time for decision-making draws near.

No, I did not get up and run before work today. It was colder, and true, it's not Chicago Cold, but I don't think any of those people went running this morning either, so...

Instead, I went off to work, ran in the gap between that and rehearsal, and just completed my "other" portion of the workout. In this last bit, I entered everything onto my tracking sheet and realized that today is day 7. This is good, in that it means I've made it one whole week into this adventure, which is a bigger deal to me than it sounds.

This is challenging, however, because part of the new workout that I'm doing means that I want to do at least a 100-day burpee challenge. Now, technically this means that you start with one burpee on day 1 and increase by one each day. I find it ridiculous to do one of anything, so I've been doing ten. In fact, on everything but pull-ups, I've been doing ten. Now, as I near day 10, I have to think about day 11. What am I going to increase, what am I going to keep at 10, and what am I going to drop altogether?

A sad fact of working out is that routines eventually stop working. If you don't vary the workouts that you do, you will eventually plateau and burn yourself out. That's why all these new and exciting workout programs tout "muscle confusion," which involves doing a bunch of different motions so that all the muscle groups get work and nothing gets too used to what's going on.

Naturally, this means that simply doing the same thing (except one rep more) each day for the next 93 days will likely not do a whole lot for my general physique.

So, I'll have to make some choices. I like the burpees, and I like the push-ups, so I think I'll keep those. Everything else, I think, shall be rotated in. For example, Mondays and Fridays, I might do pull-ups and squats. Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'll break out the ab routine from P90X and gradually increase reps until I can actually do the whole 15-minute routine (which hasn't happened yet). Wednesdays, maybe throw in some weight work, with curls and shoulders. Saturday is my long run, so I probably won't need anything more than the burpees and push-ups for that one.

Actually, I like that schedule. Just made it up on the spot, but I think I'll keep it.

Decision made.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Could Be Worse

"It could be worse."

The mantra kept playing itself, over and over, in my head as the wind ripped across my face. It's the coldest day we've seen in a long time here in Austin, but it could be a lot worse. I could be in Chicago.

First, let me say, I love Chicago. It's my absolute favorite city. But it's so cold. Always. When I lived there a few years ago, each winter got progressively colder. When the wind chill hit -20, we decided that it was probably time to find warmer climes. Still, there are days, sometimes weeks, when I miss the Second City with all my heart.

Today is not one of those days.

With an expected HIGH temperature of -10 today, I have to concede, we've got nothing to complain about down here.

It's hard to keep that in mind when you're running in 22 degrees (downright balmy) with a 17 mph wind hitting you directly in the face. I'm just not used to that kind of sensation any more. I remember well the mornings I used to walk to the train in Chicago only to find icicles running down my face when I got there. So yes, it could be worse.

And tomorrow, it very well may be.

Not by much, only a few degrees colder, but each degree starts to hurt at this point on the thermometer. And again, I'm reminded how much more hurt the midwest is getting right now.

The important thing is that I actually got things done this morning. In fact, I woke up before my alarm even went off, which makes life a whole lot easier. A good workout is a great way to start a day, and especially a day that starts off the first full work week in many. I'm ready to take it on.

Because it could be worse.

Day 6:
3.17 Miles
10 Reps

Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Real Challenge

The hard part really starts tomorrow.

Today, I went on my fifth run of 2014 (which I still have trouble typing). Every day, I've gotten out for at least 3 miles, in addition to some light upper body and core work. What I haven't done, really, is get up early to make it happen, and that's where the real trouble will come in.

Ideally, tomorrow morning my alarm will go off fairly early, and I'll be out the door well before dawn. I'll do my 3 miles, because I'm not looking to increase any mileage yet. Then, I'll be back in, complete the other 3 or 4 minutes of workout that I've got, and do a little blogging over breakfast. With plenty of time left, I'll be able to catch the headlines on Sportscenter, make myself a couple sandwiches for lunch, and maybe even enjoy some coffee before I actually hit the road.

Ideally.

I have to acknowledge, though, that this will be much easier said than done. First off, we've got the coldest night of winter ahead of us, a full 50 degrees down from yesterday's high temperature. And then there's the more basic issue: I hate mornings. I don't want to. In fact, those days that I actually get myself out of bed are some of my favorites, but it's still difficult.

I do have an advantage tomorrow, though. Pride. I have run every day this year so far, and I don't intend to let that streak go easily. Technically, I have time to run between work and rehearsal, but I hate running and not immediately following it with a shower. Not to mention that I won't have dumbbells or a pull-up bar to complete the rest of my workout. No, my best bet is to get it done early and use the time between commitments to get some reading done, as my library books are due back next Saturday.

So what are the odds I actually get up? Better than usual, I think.

But that's not necessarily saying much.

Day 5:
3.15 Miles
10 Reps