The Handsome Man with Athletic Thighs
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Wednesday, March 30th Resting Pulse: 58 bpm Weight: 170 lbs. Course: North Side West Distance: 3 Miles Time: Not Timed Other Exercises: None Weather: Mostly Sunny, 48° Comments: After a late start due to work commitments, I ran an easy three miles. Back in the spring of 2001, I stepped on the bathroom scale for the first time in a couple of weeks. The dial read 171 pounds, the most I'd ever weighed. I decided that morning to start running again. Fast forward to this morning. Despite a regular workout schedule and an attempt to avoid junkfood, I weighed in at 170 pounds, the heaviest I've been since I ended my five-year hiatus from running. I wasn't pleased. For the last few years, every time I mentioned my weight or my running, people warned me, "Just wait until you're thirty." Well, in the three months since my thirtieth birthday, I've gained five pounds, and I haven't run a sub-six-minute per mile pace—my old 5k standard—or even a sub-six-minute mile split. I knew I would start slowing down as I got older, I just didn't expect my thirtieth birthday would be such an exact and sudden transition. |
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