A Good Sore – I Think

A sign with my name on it was the last thing I expected at the end of the Oakland Tribune 5K.
A sign with my name on it was the last thing I expected at the end of the Oakland Tribune 5K.

I am trying to give my body a little bit of a break after putting it through the ringer the past few days. I thought I’d write a bit before I get on the recumbent bike as I watch the season-finale of SyFy’s Face Off. I participated in my first competitive race in 29 years this past Sunday – the Oakland Running Festival’s 5K. The operative word in that sentence is “participated.” Oh, I tried to run. I ran about .8 miles to start the race before shin splints in my right leg shut down the running.

I ran a little bit here and there but my walking pace was awful. I was bound and determined to run across the finish line and I did. I sprinted the last 100 yards or so. I finished the race with a time of 49:43. About 27 minutes slower than my last cross-country race in high school. Let’s see 110-pound 15-year-old vs. 220+ 43-year-old…hmmm.

Oh well, it was about participating and being a part of the community. Plus, professional cheerleaders greeted me with cheers and a supportive sign at the finish line. Bet you didn’t have that at your last 5K.

It was also nice to run/walk without the squirrels.

My crazy ass then decided to go back out for a three-mile walk Sunday afternoon, and another three-mile walk at work yesterday afternoon. I am sore in places I didn’t know I had places.

I am proud to report that I have officially lost 15 pounds since I started this mess. I am down to just over 221 pounds. I have a long way to go, but I like progress and I like round numbers. I just don’t like me being round.

No squirrels to speak of yesterday but this high school cross country team I share a path with is a menace. These kids need to put their shirts back on. They’re going to run me over one of these days. Maybe I should worry about not causing a 12-teenager pile up and get off my damn iPhone monkeying with apps and music. Taking pictures of the beautiful San Francisco Bay and posting them to Facebook to piss off my cousin loses it’s sting when said cousin stops reacting. Must be the seasonal depression with spring on permanent vacation and refusing to visit the Northeast.

I once read somewhere that my generation’s cultural contribution to history will not be a great work of art, or great acting performances or music but our television commercials. I tend to agree with that sentiment. I enjoy the Heineken commercials that have that old world Hollywood and Bollywood feel. I love the Most Interesting Man in the World. The new Oreo commercial with the two guys adrift in the life raft cracks me up every time I see it (says the man without a helicopter). The Super Bowl has caused companies to raise the bar when it comes to commercials and I enjoy them.

I’m old school. I watch the commercials even when I am watching a show replayed from the DVR. I haven’t managed to master the art of fast-forwarding through the ads.

The plan is to get my blood drawn tomorrow morning so I can have my cholesterol checked. It’s been two months since I started taking medication and fish oil. Wish me luck that this issue is on the path to rectification.

I know I have said it, written it, thought it…but I need to crank this whole process up and take it to another level. I may have to flip the script and start getting up at the crack of ass to make sure I lift and recumbent bike every day and then walk in the afternoon. It’s something I don’t want to do. I hate mornings, I hate getting up early but if I am going to complete this journey I may have to take even more drastic steps.

Okay party people, Face-Off is on and the recumbent bike is calling.

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