I slept a long time last night, ostensibly recovering from the staying-up-late and the drinky-drinky and the running around of the last couple days.
Then I worked for several hours, and when @LosBee came home from work and took a nap, I thought "hmmmm, that looks lie a good idea!" and took a nap myself.
Of course I passed out and slept until 11pm. Whoops! Oh well.
I reckon today is a bit of a wash, but there are worse things you can do than catch up on a bunch of sleep. Right?
Day 12: Aftermath
Another day with the visitor in town. Good times. As a result, I ate some wicked (meaning good, unhealthy) food at Fred's in Sausalito. I only did a Denver omelet, hash browns and one pancake (which I brought home and snacked on all day), but Fred's is famous for their deep-fried french toast. Yes, you read that right: deep-fried french toast. I had it once, and it's even more overwhelming than it sounds. Didn't eat that today—I wasn't about to go there.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is back on the plan and I'm very, very much looking forward to it. I gotta run off some of this culinary debauchery.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is back on the plan and I'm very, very much looking forward to it. I gotta run off some of this culinary debauchery.
Day 11: Busy Busy, No Workout
Kids, didn't get my workout today. Today was all about running 10,000 errands and then hitting 5,000 social events.
Also, ate a bit off-the-charts since we had a nice dining experience and a visitor in town. A visitor who tends to leave both me and @LosBee with wicked hangovers. I'm not naming any names, but this visitor tends to wreak havok on our livers. In a good way.
Also, ate a bit off-the-charts since we had a nice dining experience and a visitor in town. A visitor who tends to leave both me and @LosBee with wicked hangovers. I'm not naming any names, but this visitor tends to wreak havok on our livers. In a good way.
Day 10: Strokin'
Stroke: a single completion of the sequence of body movements repeated while swimming in the given style
Good sleep, good food, really really good swim. My endurance in the pool is getting more solid, and I had a lot of good laps doing breaststroke, a little freestyle and flutter kick and frog kick with the kick board.
Felt so good.
We have a visitor tomorrow and I have a lot of running around to do, and then we have several social events that'll probably mildly sabotage my eating, but meh. It's all good. Hopefully I can get my workouts in as planned.
Great. Day.
(Oh, and the weather—if you're curious—was gorgeous. Again.)
Total Weight: -5lbs
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Day 9: Cruising Along, 5lbs Down
If I said it was freakin' GORGEOUS outside again, would you hold it against me?
No? Good. Because it was freakin' GORGEOUS outside again. AGAIN!
I again slept the sleep of the dead last night. I don't know what it is—I haven't been missing a lot of sleep or anything, but I ended up getting an 11-hour binge in last night. It might be a result of some of the meds I'm taking for my walnut-sized medical issue—I know one of them has a side-effect of somnolence, which is a fancy way of saying "knocks your ass out". Whatever it is, I'm generally a 7-hour-a-night guy, so this is sorta weird. I mean hey, I like sleep, so I'll take it. But generally it's not easy for me to get a lot of it.
Anyway, due to my binge I started later than I wanted today, but I got my run in down at Crissy Field. Yes, as I said, another gorgeous day. I hope to soon start taking them for granted, like I did in San Diego. Taking a beautiful day for granted is one of my favorite luxuries. Well, having beautiful days to spare is one of my favorite luxuries. In Chicago you'd kill for some of the days you get in San Diego, but in San Diego you get those days 270 times a year. So it's no major sin to read a book on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, because you know next Saturday is going to be just as nice.
The good life. And San Francisco has been damn-near just as nice as San Diego as of late. Maybe just a bit cooler, which is just fine by me.
There was a wicked headwind heading towards Golden Gate Bridge, and while it was refreshing I felt incredibly slow. My split times were actually much faster than I expected—it felt like a 12-minute-mile run, but ended up averaging out to about 10:30 a mile. Slow, sure. And a little slow for me. But not as bad as it felt.
I don't know if it's the sleep binge or the food-fuel from yesterday or maybe the weightlifting, but I felt really heavy and tired out there. I felt solid, but I felt heavy. And I know I'm down 5 pounds so it's not actual weight that made me feel heavier.
If it was the weight training, then good. This is training after all. It's a challenge. It's not pattycake. It's supposed to be difficult and demanding and taxing and hard.
I have felt for a while that my biggest weakness was mental, and the biggest challenge that I am enjoying out of all of this is getting more mentally tough. It's supremely important, and it's not something that happens over night. You gotta pound away on it to become disciplined. And I would like to be a lot more disciplined on all fronts.
Good stuff, kids. Good stuff.
Total Weight: -5lbs
No? Good. Because it was freakin' GORGEOUS outside again. AGAIN!
I again slept the sleep of the dead last night. I don't know what it is—I haven't been missing a lot of sleep or anything, but I ended up getting an 11-hour binge in last night. It might be a result of some of the meds I'm taking for my walnut-sized medical issue—I know one of them has a side-effect of somnolence, which is a fancy way of saying "knocks your ass out". Whatever it is, I'm generally a 7-hour-a-night guy, so this is sorta weird. I mean hey, I like sleep, so I'll take it. But generally it's not easy for me to get a lot of it.
Anyway, due to my binge I started later than I wanted today, but I got my run in down at Crissy Field. Yes, as I said, another gorgeous day. I hope to soon start taking them for granted, like I did in San Diego. Taking a beautiful day for granted is one of my favorite luxuries. Well, having beautiful days to spare is one of my favorite luxuries. In Chicago you'd kill for some of the days you get in San Diego, but in San Diego you get those days 270 times a year. So it's no major sin to read a book on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, because you know next Saturday is going to be just as nice.
The good life. And San Francisco has been damn-near just as nice as San Diego as of late. Maybe just a bit cooler, which is just fine by me.
There was a wicked headwind heading towards Golden Gate Bridge, and while it was refreshing I felt incredibly slow. My split times were actually much faster than I expected—it felt like a 12-minute-mile run, but ended up averaging out to about 10:30 a mile. Slow, sure. And a little slow for me. But not as bad as it felt.
I don't know if it's the sleep binge or the food-fuel from yesterday or maybe the weightlifting, but I felt really heavy and tired out there. I felt solid, but I felt heavy. And I know I'm down 5 pounds so it's not actual weight that made me feel heavier.
If it was the weight training, then good. This is training after all. It's a challenge. It's not pattycake. It's supposed to be difficult and demanding and taxing and hard.
I have felt for a while that my biggest weakness was mental, and the biggest challenge that I am enjoying out of all of this is getting more mentally tough. It's supremely important, and it's not something that happens over night. You gotta pound away on it to become disciplined. And I would like to be a lot more disciplined on all fronts.
Good stuff, kids. Good stuff.
Total Weight: -5lbs
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