I'm aiming to take part in the 'JPMorgan Chase Corporate Challenge' in Central Park on the 19th. It's a 3.5 mile course, where approximately 15,000 people will run, jog or walk (according to taste) in aid of the Central Park Conservancy. I have set myself the personal goal of Not Walking.
Since this post I've completed that 1.41 mile course and upped my distance on the gym treadmill to 2 miles, and only stopped then because of the time limit on the machines. Treadmills are easier than real-world courses, though, and 2 miles is still a long way short of the actual event's 3.5 miles, which will be up and down the sculpted knolls of Central Park.
With this in mind I've just laid out this run in my neighbourhood. I've always thought that running on the streets of New York can't be that hard - every so often you get to stop and wait for the lights to change. Fortunately for training purposes there's a large loop of road near my house with only a few roads crossing the perimeter...and it's only a little over 3.5 miles around:
It's not green on the map because it's not a park; it's the beautiful Greenwood Cemetery - graveyard for New York City's bigwigs for 170 years. There's some fabulous memorials, stelae and crypts in there.
Anyway, I'm going to aim to do this route by the middle, or if worst comes to worst, the end of next week. I've hit the gym twice already this week, plan to go again tonight, and hells, maybe I'll go again on the weekend.
On Tuesday night I picked up two 14lb dumbbells and instantly felt the weight on my feet. I looked into the mirror (where isn't there a mirror in a gym) and thought, 'Shit. I used to walk around carrying this ALL THE TIME'. I have trouble remembering that sometimes, mostly because losing that weight took quite a while.
This photo from Sarah's christmas party was one of the photos that made me start thinking 'Uh, maybe I ought to cut back on the huge piles of food'...and then there's this shot, taken by Jason at Steph and Mark's marvellous wedding in Chicago two weeks ago, which is one of my all-time favourite pictures of myself... (WELCOME TO THE EGO ZONE).
Yes, I feel much better and I'm happier with the way I look, but I'm not done yet. I think I could comfortably lose another 28lbs, and past that point it'll be up to me to quibble with my doctor over the last pounds between me and the "ideal" BMI, but at this casual rate, I'll only be having that conversation in, oh, September.
But then maybe the gymming will help speed things up a bit.
Since this post I've completed that 1.41 mile course and upped my distance on the gym treadmill to 2 miles, and only stopped then because of the time limit on the machines. Treadmills are easier than real-world courses, though, and 2 miles is still a long way short of the actual event's 3.5 miles, which will be up and down the sculpted knolls of Central Park.
With this in mind I've just laid out this run in my neighbourhood. I've always thought that running on the streets of New York can't be that hard - every so often you get to stop and wait for the lights to change. Fortunately for training purposes there's a large loop of road near my house with only a few roads crossing the perimeter...and it's only a little over 3.5 miles around:
It's not green on the map because it's not a park; it's the beautiful Greenwood Cemetery - graveyard for New York City's bigwigs for 170 years. There's some fabulous memorials, stelae and crypts in there.
Anyway, I'm going to aim to do this route by the middle, or if worst comes to worst, the end of next week. I've hit the gym twice already this week, plan to go again tonight, and hells, maybe I'll go again on the weekend.
On Tuesday night I picked up two 14lb dumbbells and instantly felt the weight on my feet. I looked into the mirror (where isn't there a mirror in a gym) and thought, 'Shit. I used to walk around carrying this ALL THE TIME'. I have trouble remembering that sometimes, mostly because losing that weight took quite a while.
This photo from Sarah's christmas party was one of the photos that made me start thinking 'Uh, maybe I ought to cut back on the huge piles of food'...and then there's this shot, taken by Jason at Steph and Mark's marvellous wedding in Chicago two weeks ago, which is one of my all-time favourite pictures of myself... (WELCOME TO THE EGO ZONE).
Yes, I feel much better and I'm happier with the way I look, but I'm not done yet. I think I could comfortably lose another 28lbs, and past that point it'll be up to me to quibble with my doctor over the last pounds between me and the "ideal" BMI, but at this casual rate, I'll only be having that conversation in, oh, September.
But then maybe the gymming will help speed things up a bit.
I didn't think for a minute that the party picture was a bad one, but I did notice the difference in the picture from the Chicago wedding! Good job!
Oh it's not a bad picture! It's just me, as-is!
And thanks.