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The Return of the Wheel
Jul. 6th, 2007 08:00 pm
Time: 27:00
Distance: 2.5 miles
Calories: 250
Since I'm not biking to work anymore and I've been indulging in great Adobe chow and wine a bit more often than I should, I thought it was high time to start running again. Honestly, I'm a runner at heart; biking is awesome and I wish I could bike to work (who says I can't), but the runner's high is just...awesome. There's this sweet spot you hit where you feel like you're just bouncing weightlessly, and you can just go on forever in perfect, seamless motion. It's a trip and a half, let me tell you.
Anyway, I overdid it a little this time; I've been largely sedentary for the past three weeks or so, and before that the most exercise I got was walking to and from bus stops and lifting heavy boxes full of dust-laden books. I warmed myself up to six miles an hour with the unspoken agreement that I would quit after twenty minutes, tone it back to five miles until the two-minute cooldown on the treadmill. Twenty minutes came and went and I felt so good I thought, "Why not?" Twenty-five came and told me why. Elation gave way to giddiness and eventually the room started to lurch towards me in odd, rhythmic heartbeats. I hit the cool down button early, which is why I didn't make it to thirty minutes. No March hare am I, these days.
Weigh in and session two on Sunday.
Distance: 2.5 miles
Calories: 250
Since I'm not biking to work anymore and I've been indulging in great Adobe chow and wine a bit more often than I should, I thought it was high time to start running again. Honestly, I'm a runner at heart; biking is awesome and I wish I could bike to work (who says I can't), but the runner's high is just...awesome. There's this sweet spot you hit where you feel like you're just bouncing weightlessly, and you can just go on forever in perfect, seamless motion. It's a trip and a half, let me tell you.
Anyway, I overdid it a little this time; I've been largely sedentary for the past three weeks or so, and before that the most exercise I got was walking to and from bus stops and lifting heavy boxes full of dust-laden books. I warmed myself up to six miles an hour with the unspoken agreement that I would quit after twenty minutes, tone it back to five miles until the two-minute cooldown on the treadmill. Twenty minutes came and went and I felt so good I thought, "Why not?" Twenty-five came and told me why. Elation gave way to giddiness and eventually the room started to lurch towards me in odd, rhythmic heartbeats. I hit the cool down button early, which is why I didn't make it to thirty minutes. No March hare am I, these days.
Weigh in and session two on Sunday.
