#7

Ok. If I can do that, I can do anything. As soon as I stepped out the door, my knees and ankles told me in no uncertain terms that they expected me to knock it off immediately, and my right side exploded into a fierce stitch on my third block. And you know what? I made today my longest run yet. Probably a bit slower than Monday's, but it's clear I'm getting both stronger and faster- I am cutting short my rest periods now, running for 10-15 minutes at a time and walking for 2-4, lengthening my stride from my tech-run to a real run for most of the way. I can see in the future the rest periods coming farther apart or not at all soon.
All this exercise- biking to work a couple times here and there, and the daily runs- is having a visible effect on my body. I look... well, for me, I look outstanding. My stomach is tightening up- it's still big, but now my chest is my most prominent feature, which looks much less moobish than it has for the past three years (I didn't really have moobies except when I was at 245). Love handles are probably the biggest difference- they're absolutely disappearing.

As proud as I am of today, the knee and joint pain made it clear that a gym membership is in my near future. I need to at least occasionally be able to get this kind of workout in without hitting my knees that hard, and I'd really like to beef up my upper body a bit (Not too much, I'm not looking to have trouble wiping- and I'm not too bad as I stand). I've been eating pretty well, but I think it might be time to get a formula down, start counting calories and really burning some shit off. I'll be researching that tonight, I think. But first, 15 minutes on Llyw's guitar; I'm too tired for much else, but I refuse to let Llyw's generosity go to waste.

Christ, it's 7:15. I need to go to bed early tonight or I won't be any fun for Genevieve tomorrow. All right, goodbye. Maybe tomorrow we'll talk about that god of philosophy thing a bit.

P.S.: Not one Coke since early March, and no caffeine since May 11th. Weird? Yes.