Ah, June… Summer is at our doorstep, the days are (almost all of them) seeming to get a little bit longer, and for the second year in a row I am partaking in my daily blogging exercise, marginally focused along a theme I’ve simply called Those 30 posts in June. No planning. No writing stuff days ahead. Just this: each day a meanderingly vague prompt drives a meanderingly vague post… and today that post just happens to be:
June 2nd // Something You Have Lost
Deep down I quite despise the vanity associated with writing about one particular side-effect of my fitness program. I mean, it seems all wrapped up in a tangential purpose. I run to get in shape. I run because — as I re-discovered a couple days ago when Claire transitioned from training wheels to push bike to real bike — sometimes I actually do need to (literally) run to keep up with my daughter. I run because I love the feeling of running. I run because I love to experience the drizzle and high of whatever hormone leaks from my pituitary gland into my brain when I run. I run just because…
Admittedly, that was part of the plan: a condition in fact. My poor ankles informed me, as of last time I ran a half marathon, that anything — ANYTHING — I could do to reduce the stress they were experiencing a’la previous twenty-one kilometer runs would be most welcome. And then they quietly informed me that did I not comply with their request they wouldn’t cooperate either. Some plan of action was non-optional, as they say. So I was left with two options: run that race faster or run that race lighter. I’ve opted for a bit of both.
Sure, this means a heck of a lot of training. But it also means eating less snacks over the day, cutting out liquid sugar calories, paying homage to the food court salad bar more often than the guy who sells scruptious styrofoam containers of ginger beef and fried rice, and generally becoming a connoisseur of a wide array of fruit and veg.
The result is this: two months on — specifically, ten weeks of a total of twenty-one into my training — and the lifestyle hack has given me an average of ten percent all-round. I’m about ten percent faster when I run. I’m about ten percent more chipper in the mornings. I’ve got about ten-percent less free time in my life. And I’m missing about ten percent of the body weight I started with back when I vowed to run a half marathon a couple months ago. It’s lost. Gone. And I get to be a little bit vain while I wonder what nearly three more months of this progress — and increasingly long distance training — might mean to the remaining ninety-perent.
If nothing else, I’ll probably need a new belt.