so yesterday...

Something came up at work and I had to go in early, which seriously cut into my gym time. I had barely enough time to squeeze in a mile (I could have done two but that would have really pushed the time into "unacceptably late"). Lately I've been going for three miles, which has been consistently less than 35 minutes, averaging to somewhere around 11:35-11:40 per mile. Numbers like this make me very very happy since I first started at well over 15:00 per mile.

I remember breaking 15 minutes and feeling on top of the world. I remember breaking 13 and thinking "holy shit, this is really happening."

Yesterday, I broke 11. I did a mile in 10:55 to be exact. I would have kept on going if it wasn't for my work commitments, in fact I'm a tad angry that I didn't have the time because my past history has shown that my first mile is always the slowest.

I almost don't believe it's happening. I don't exactly feel different. I don't look different. I guess if you press me on the issue, I'll admit that my clothes fit nicer but I'm not in a rush to replace my wardrobe. Nothing is hanging or falling off or giving me any indication that big changes have been made.

It's the tiny little things that I notice that put a smile on my face. Like this:

To make up for my disappointingly short workout yesterday, I did an hour of Pilates last night. Conditioning has taught me to hate The Hundred, and rightly so. It's usually one hundred seconds of me begging my body not to poop, and it ends by praising Baby Jesus and swearing I'll never eat another dessert ever again. As if The Hundred isn't torture enough, the fucking Roll-Up comes immediately after. Really, Baby Jesus?! COME ON! But yesterday... yesterday was different. I didn't mind The Hundred so much; in fact, I took the opportunity to admire the changes in my legs (okay, I'll admit, gravity was doing me some favors). And when it came to the Roll-Up, I was surprised at how much it didn't suck. Scratch that, IT WAS GREAT. I haven't done Roll-Ups this good since I took that Pilates class back in college, and I'm talking about the END of the semester.

On a sad note, my Swan variation has suffered considerably since I started. I had always wondered why that exercise was placed in that particular spot in the routine because it was the easiest (and therefore my favorite) and it seemed out of place. But my Swan sucked last night. And the Bridging/Hamstring Stretch combo FINALLY makes sense. I don't think I was doing it wrong before, I was just breaking through the fat to get to unused muscle and now that I've found it I can say I'm getting a workout.

My Quadruped and Crisscross need a lot of work, but I'm happy I have a routine that can grow with me. I like the changes I see. 274.5



PS - the late night pharmacist guy is a giant dick... which is probably why he only works nights. But seriously dude, you spent six measly years in college and you've been getting paid at least $100k each and every year since then to stand at a counter and play chemistry. It's not even REAL chemistry. You count pills and tell people not to mix their meds, and for three months out of the year you have to inject the elderly with the flu. SO FUCKIN WHAT. No need to be a miserable bastard, you dickbag.