One hour and forty seconds, road work...

I felt so good yesterday after my jog on the walk to the dock that I thought I should think about doing it much more often. Still haven't talked myself into my best behavior, haven't started weights and exercises with body weight, but it is coming as I wake my body up and feel better.

Yesterday I jogged thirty-nine minutes and 59 seconds, today I did longer one hour and forty seconds, and I think the consistency is going to be the thing I have to regain. If my mother had walked vigorously her whole life she would be better, but she sat too well. If she had swum longer and farther, it would have been better for her. Telling a human being that exercise is a critical portion of one's life and life style, just doesn't happen. But I will keep repeating the message until everyone gets it. I am so boring. All the good things in life mean that one has to be there for them.

Well, if I lost four pounds over night....

Then hitting the road hard on Sunday would dissolve a couple of more pounds, but I don't really expect it - just some solid no gain of weight. I do jog in the afternoon, almost dusk, reflector belt and bright yellow sweatshirt. Come home and then later do thirty minutes on the treadmill with five pound dumb bells.

Calling me names...

The latest one is Street Walker, and not because I sell sex, only because I am walking the street to the dock. It won't slow me down. Thursday I had a REST day, I call one when ever I can't find my get up and go, which probably left before I was fully awake. But the remainder of the week, was jogging Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, 38m 1h6m 56m, walking to the dock Friday, 30m, and Treadmill for 40m with Healthrider 10m on Saturday. I wake to 211.0 pounds of flabby flesh today.

I have to get to hard running walking every day, sweating and working all the muscle sets to rebuild the blubbery me into the new improved fully functional man. Friday evening, pumping and swaying and pretending to keep rhythm on the dance floor with all those lovely female bodies (almost typed booties - not a word I understand or use) there is reason for feeling strong and silent, and appreciative of real smiles all the way to their eyes... no, I am not going to talk to any of them - break the spell, it would.

Missing me, I haven't been hard enough...

Started re-reading "Younger Next Year..." before I evolve into the LazyBoy layered in blubber. Sad, so sad, to be sucked into the virtual world on the computer monitor or the other make believe land on your television screen in High Definition, like I needed more reason to wallow in a comfy nest of my own making - ever becoming less than human beings were evolved to become, or very intelligently designed to be... always less if I just don't move enough.

Back in the day (oh, another flash back) when I was running (really running not jogging) and doing marathons for various reasons (almost none of them logical) I told everyone two facts of humanity. The human is designed to jog twenty to twenty-five miles a day, every day of its life, and the pace of the jog is the same as the trot of a dog - before we started fooling with natural selection and producing lap dogs and toys. The second fact was that any healthy human can jog twenty miles - it is always that last 10K (6.2 miles) of a marathon that kills you.

Well, no marathon today - just an hour and six minutes on the road, waving at the heart walker (he wears reflective clothing, too), nodding a greeting to the great-grandfather walking his future to the bus stop - very protectively, good on him! Well, a cuppa coffee, hot shower and out to the real world of libraries inside the cage. Do they have libraries in the zoo for the animals? Nah, unless they have lots of smarter chimps. Next?