Today I tried a different running technique than usual. I tried to lengthen my strides, while keeping my slow pace about the same. I ran about 3.1k, almost 2 miles in the 25 minutes. I liked the feeling of it, but it made me think about what I was doing more (which is not necessarily a bad thing)--it made me use my feet more than I had been. I like it, I think I'll keep doing it.
And then I came home and did my push ups and crunches. Which I also skipped yesterday (I'm sure my aim is going to be horrible tomorrow at bowling because of this). I was thinking about why I'd been so lackadaisical about it yesterday. I think it's just the winding down of my time here. I mean, today I shipped my PS3 home, it's really getting close. So I'm much less enthused about my life right now. But about 5 minutes from the end of my run I looked at myself (internally, of course) and said, self, your belly is fat. You can't wear a bikini. Why should you stop doing the push ups and crunches just because you're depressed. That's a stupid reason. And I told myself I was right.
Version: modified push ups
Progress: w3(1)d3c3
Today's Max: 17 (+2)
Today's Totals: 65
Version: normal crunches
Progress: w3(6)d3c1
Today's Max: 42 (+0)
Today's Totals: 174
I'm still amazed at those totals. I'm so proud that I did 17 push ups in a row. Still not getting any higher on my max for crunches, but I am doing them after running and walking for an hour, so I get home and am drowning about 3 glasses of water before I start because I'm dying of thirst and I'm sure it doesn't help to have all that sloshing around :P
Oh, and by the way:
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