Where Am I Going?
A rather bizarre day physically today. First, it was my last day of being on the payroll of Project 504, the little nonprofit I run. A court clerk made me a nice cake, which was super sweet, the cake and the gesture.
But before court this morning, I dropped Max off at school and then went to the gym to do some weights so that I don't become skin and bone. After the dips, pull ups, sit ups, etc., I went to the locker room to shower and, as I sometimes do, weighed myself on the scale that always begs to be used. 148 pounds, which is good, as it means I've gained about five pounds. With all the running and biking, I'm having trouble keeping on the weight, which also explains the weight-lifting regimen. Anyway, I go to court, a meeting, yadda yadda yadda, then take some time off in the afternoon to fit in a 15 mile run for my marathon training. I plan the run to start and end at the gym so I can take a shower and move on with the day. The run goes very well and I'm feeling great. I get back to the gym and do the usual shower routine and, for the hell of it, weigh myself again. 140 pounds. An eight pound weight loss in the span of 8 hours. I weigh myself again--same thing. And the first weigh-in this morning was no mistake either, as I double checked it then too. It's bizarre, and I wonder where all of me is going.
Well, literally, I'm going to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA) tomorrow with Max, his friend Alice and her father Matt. It will be my sixth time there, but my first with kids, and Max's first camping trip. So, you won't hear from me for a few days, five to be exact.
But before court this morning, I dropped Max off at school and then went to the gym to do some weights so that I don't become skin and bone. After the dips, pull ups, sit ups, etc., I went to the locker room to shower and, as I sometimes do, weighed myself on the scale that always begs to be used. 148 pounds, which is good, as it means I've gained about five pounds. With all the running and biking, I'm having trouble keeping on the weight, which also explains the weight-lifting regimen. Anyway, I go to court, a meeting, yadda yadda yadda, then take some time off in the afternoon to fit in a 15 mile run for my marathon training. I plan the run to start and end at the gym so I can take a shower and move on with the day. The run goes very well and I'm feeling great. I get back to the gym and do the usual shower routine and, for the hell of it, weigh myself again. 140 pounds. An eight pound weight loss in the span of 8 hours. I weigh myself again--same thing. And the first weigh-in this morning was no mistake either, as I double checked it then too. It's bizarre, and I wonder where all of me is going.
Well, literally, I'm going to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA) tomorrow with Max, his friend Alice and her father Matt. It will be my sixth time there, but my first with kids, and Max's first camping trip. So, you won't hear from me for a few days, five to be exact.
posted by greg at 11:00 PM
1 Comments:
have fun up north, we'll join you next year.
i'm prepared to give you every single asset I own if you can teach me how to lose one pound an hour!
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