Oops

Time, it seems, has gotten away from me. I entirely forgot to post for a few days.

See, I’m in the last two weeks of studying for the second level of the Certified Equity Professional examination, and it’s rough. I’m not an accountant, but about 20% of the exam is on accounting rules for equity compensation, so I have to learn it. As a result, I’ve bee distracted.  Exercise has gone by the wayside for the next few weeks.

Not walking, mind. I still need a break from studying, and walking is a good way to do that. But, yeah. Things may be a little slow around here until after June 10.

Wish me luck!

Poor Work Decisions

It’s no secret that I walk at work on my breaks. Heck, it’s part of my strategy. But, sometimes, it backfires. Here, look at this;


Zombies Run, again. For various reasons, I had eaten lunch before I actually took lunch yesterday, so I decided to go for a walk. A fairly long, aggressively-paced walk. The weather was beautiful, I figured, so it would be fine.

Do you see where this is going?

I was soaked with sweat by the time I got back to my desk. It was dripping from my hair and running down my arms, and I felt gross. I mean, I also felt pretty good. But I felt damp and itchy and generally icky.  Really, it was a good thing that I had only a half hour left in my day.

The moral?  Walking at work is fine. Long distance power walking, though, is not.

Sand, Blisters, and Fun

We had an office party yesterday, one that resulted in me getting drafted into playing sandpit volleyball.  My team got destroyed, and I realized it’s been two decades since I last played the game, but it was fun.  I also learned I don’t have much of a vertical leap, but I don’t know that I ever did. So, no worries there.

I also learned, well after the fact, that playing in the sand had generated a blister on the sole of my left foot.  And then burst it, all without my notice. Which surprised me, because I would have though that would hurt – either develop no it or getting sand in the raw skin. But, no. No pain at all. I’m still walking fine, as a matter of fact.

So, there we are. On the down side, I lost. I’m the up side, I didn’t manage to bump the ball with my face, and I can still walk, and I had fun.  Yay for being in better shape!

Daddypult 

On Mother’s Ssy, my son and I got to clowning around. My wife was out visiting friends, so it was just the two of us. Naturally, we wrestled. And by “wrestled” I meant “I got to n hands and knees on my bed while he jumped in me”. That sort of thing.

At one point I grabbed him, curled him over my head, and rolled backwards to slam him on the bed. I may have shouted “Daddy Super-Atomic Back-Breajer” as well, since I was huge into pro wrestling as a teenager. His response, in true six-year-old fashion, was “again!”

So I did it again.

And again.

And again.

I don’t know exactly how many times we did this ridiculous thing, although my son tried to commit me to doing it “one hundred one million” times. I know I didn’t manage that many.

So what’s this got to do with anything?  Just this:  my personal trainer says that play is often the best exercise. It makes you get out and work a bunch of muscles and do aerobic conditioning, all at once. 

After an hour of slinging my 60 pound son over my head like a catapult, I’m inclined to agree.

Oh, and I lost 3.2 pounds last week!  Yay me!

Kidercize 

Know what this thing is?


If you said “some sort of water main”, then you’re wrong. Well, I mean, you’re right.  Obviously. But it’s a playground, too. I have this on good authority from my son, who wanted me to play with him on it.

Said play consisted of running up to it and leaping off it, then hitting the ground and rolling to a stop. I didn’t do that, obviously – I’ve made a lot of progress, but I’m still a large man with sore knees.  But I did chase after him, which meant running a lot. A whole lot, because he’s 6 and active and wants me to play with him.

Yes. He is a good workout partner.

I Expected More Walking

I took the day off from work today to go on a field trip with my son’s kindergarten class. To Build-A-Bear at a nearby mall. No, I don’t quite get it either – all the field trips I remember going on were to museums, or zoos, or plays, or the like. But there you are, and the kids had a great time.

Me, I was just confused. I was expecting more walking, or something. Not an hour of standing around. But my son adored having me along, and that’s what counted the most.

I still hit my walking goal, though. Knocked it out by covering 1.73 miles in a 32 minute session of the Decoy Duty mission for Zombies Run. Thanks to me, Abel Township now has a hospital!


I also managed to hit my calorie budget, despite my field trip lunch being at McDonald’s (and a double quarter pounder with cheese, and large fries). It just goes to show what’s possible when you plan ahead and don’t snack, right?

Next time, though, I need to try not to need to walk so much in the evening to hit goal. I get up at 3:30 am – walking at 7 at night is late.

The Best Sign of Progress

“Are we walking home today, daddy?” my son asked me, when I picked him up from kindergarten yesterday.

“We are,” I told him.

“Yay!” he gushed.  Then, on the way home, we chatted about anything and everything.  What happens to people when they die.  Whether a motorcycle could beat an AT-AT.  What we’re going to have for dinner, and whether or not he can play before he does his homework.  He finds “treasures” – rocks and sticks, and tried to bring them home.  And we swordfight with other branches that he picks up – when he isn’t throwing them like spears or just showing me how far he can toss them.

I love these afternoon walks with my son.  They’re a pure reminder of the fact that I’ve made a whole lot of progress, and that I’m in better shape now than I was when he was born.  I can carry him around when needed, and give him piggyback rides and wrestle with him – all things I struggled to do, two years ago when he was a lot lighter and I wasn’t.

I’m pretty sure I’ve said all of this before, in more than one post.  But I’m saying it again, because he and my wife are my reasons for keeping this up – even when I’m feeling tired, or discouraged, or frustrated by lack of progress.  Because they remind me that I’m not just doing this to lose weight.  I’m doing it to have more moments like this, and to be able to spend more time with them.

It’s a great feeling, knowing that I already can.