Rock Bottom, stuggle to run a mile, and a new approach

So what does rock bottom feel like? I feel like I have hit it. Not in my personal life but in both professional and from an athletic standpoint. Yesterday I went for a run, I slogged .5 miles at about 10:30 pace, walked and then did a combo job / walk home. Less than 3 weeks before I ran the Cherry Blossom 10 miler in DC with no training whatsoever, but I RAN it.


I miss the days of doing some kind of race, running, biking, a sprint triathlon, feeling healthy, feeling good, my only complaint would be sweat in my eyes and maybe too much sun. The winter was a depressing one. Lots of cold windy days, not as much snow as the two previous winters I have been in Virginia, but the lack of daylight makes it unbearable. I had the fibula injury at the beginning of February, and with that was any attempt to cross train into something else.

I began the year 2011 a little over 200 lbs. I set a goal of being 170 lbs by July 1st as a far fetched New Year’s resolution. Not exactly what some would say healthy. I have continued a recurring cycle of failing to prepare for a marathon correctly (I have never trained for one correctly, EVER) but it got worse. I have been successful into fooling my mind that I have done a marathon in the past I can do one now. Well when Hartford Marathon happened in Oct 2010, I realized this body of mine isn’t bouncing back like it used to. I feel aches and pains, and at 32 years of age now, I never had any of these before. If I did I would probably be over 400 lbs at this point.

I have realized that I lead a life of convenience. I don’t make my lunch, it is easier to buy it. I don’t go to grad school because life is hectic enough and I like having free time. I like having everything on my Droid smart phone a couple clicks away. I have kept the same passwords for most every account I have logged into for almost 10 years. So now I find myself on April 21st 2011 at 206.7, had my Gmail hacked, struggle to do anything aerobically outside of biking, and can’t button my top button on any of my dress shirts with the exception of 1! That is no exaggeration. And I wear dress shirts for every day at work.

So I decided to make a commitment to myself that I am not signing onto Facebook until I am 190 lbs. Easier said than done for a lot of people. I can’t remember when I was 190, probably right around when Danielle and I began dating, April 2008. Facebook, which I was totally against when it came out I have become some accustomed to following it. You don’t realize how much time you actually spend on it until you start tallying it all up. I keep track of my family, Jake and Alicia never call me, but they will post something to FB. And same goes for many of my friends. My minutes on my cell phone are not used each month since the social networking craze is alive and well. I realize sometimes I haven’t actually TALKED to friends of mine in well over a year. But you feel like you have been via status’ and pictures and everything else.

So no Facebook, perhaps a different outlook, and some conscious decisions on how to get there. More to follow. Josh