Saturday, July 30, 2011

Friday, July 29, 2011

A wee bit short...

Half an hour before it opened...nice and quiet...
I left the house this morning intending to walk 17 miles; that's what's on the schedule, and I wanted to get out there and walk it today rather than wait for tomorrow, because tomorrow it's supposed to hit 100.

I headed for Vacaville and the outlet mall because they have covered walkways, which means shade, and they have lots of air conditioning.

I made use of that a few times, especially as it pushed into afternoon and the temperatures started going up.

My pace was decent, too, and I was making good time until I was shanghai'd into helping an old lady in the restroom, and then I lost time to waiting in line at Subway. The line was long, but I didn't have any real food options, and I had no way of knowing that one of the 15 people ahead of me was going to order 10 sandwiches.

From miles 10-12 I started feeling the heat, and decided 15 was going to be the limit today. The last 3 miles took longer than usual, mostly because I kept wandering into stores for the a/c (and some shopping. I bought things.)


96 degrees when I finally stopped.

That's enough...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Might as well make it fun...

Instead of plodding through a few miles on the same old streets, we decided to make use of our season passes and walk around Six Flags. Just walking from the parking lot to the front gate is nearly a mile (since we never get up-close parking) and meandering around the park all day gets in another 3-4, with one more done on the way back out to the car.

It's not a spectacularly long distance, but it keeps me on my feet for several hours, with pockets of stopping here and there to do things and see awesomeness like this:

This little guy is a Fennec Fox, and they were taking him for a walk today. We've seen them taking the camels for walks before--I'm guessing because they don't have the biggest enclosures--and once they were walking an elephant, but this is the first time I've seen them out with one of the little guys.

He was so excited, he peed for us.

I didn't overheat this time--it was about the same temp as the last time we went and I nearly horked up my toenails because of the heat--but wearing shorts makes a huge difference over black jeans. All in all I think we got in 5 miles, plus I got a really cool hat.

It might be a smidge too small, but it's spiffy and it's a funky shade of pink.

And it totally clashed with my bright orange shirt, but hey...I never set out to win any fashion awards.

Tomorrow: the gym an an hour in the pool. I'll probably take Friday as a rest day since Saturday is a high mileage day. On the schedule Sunday has a chunk of miles listed, but I think I'm getting to the point of not sticking 100% to the schedule. I've got other cardio work to get done, and apparently I have pink spandex bike video to have shot...

But if the photographer suddenly had other plans, I'd be fine with that.



Saturday, July 23, 2011

Red I Am...

Man, how hot is it in Boston...? Hot enough that yesterday they closed the route around noon, which means no one got further than about 10 miles, and today they were stopping people at one of the pit stops and putting them on buses to go back to camp. It's too hot to be safe... I saw mention on FB of a few people who had been taken to the hospital, and a few who decided they were done whether the SGK people opened the route up again or not.

Better safe than sorry, for sure.

Yup, another toy.

I still use the Garmin, but it's problematic in some places. If it can't pick up the satellite signal, it's worthless, really. And if I want to walk around the Factory Outlet Mall in Vacaville, it misses about half the distance, leaving me pretty frustrated. When you've walked for an hour and it says you've only gone .85 miles, it feels like a massive mound of Teh Suck.

So I picked up an inexpensive pedometer, programmed it for my stride, and have been trying it out. So far, it's pretty much right on the money. I walked a route today that I know is 8.5 miles, and when I hit the door it read 8.52. It took me some time to think of snapping a picture, but since I had mostly been sitting on my asterisk, I didn't exactly rack up a whole lot of extra steps.

I even compared it to my Body Media calories tracking thingy, which also functions as a pedometer (though there's no display, so it's not practical to use while walking) and the difference between it and the Omron was only 60 steps, some of which can be accounted for before I put the Omron in my pocket and took off.

I used it the other day in San Francisco, too, but that was the first time and I really didn't have anything to test its accuracy against; knowing the route I took today gives me a decent idea, I think.

I stopped at 5.5 for a drink break and to use the McD's facilities; while I was washing my hands (yes, I am not a total slob) a woman who was waiting for a stall asked if I was all right. Apparently my beet red, sweat-dripping face was alarming. I assured her I was fine, had just been out walking for a while, thanked her, and headed to buy my drink.

As I was filling the cup with ice, another woman approached to ask if I was all right, and did I need help?

Now, I could dwell on the fact that exertion apparently brings out the Ugly in me, but really, it's just nice to know that people give a damn. They didn't have to ask; they could have waited until I keeled over and then waited some more to see if someone else would do anything. People like that are just another reason I love living in this little town.

Tomorrow is a short day, only six miles on the schedule. Since I'm breaking in the new shoes I don't think I'll push much past that, but I'll probably go see how crowded the gym is and hit the pool if I can get a lane.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

They got the hots!

Boston forecast
Tomorrow is the kickoff of the Boston 3 Day.

This is the forecast for tomorrow in Boston.

100 degrees, but it'll feel like 110.

1) I'm glad I'm not walking in Boston.
2) When I saw that, I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach for the people who are walking in Boston.

If you're one of them... oh, man, please take care.

While they're sweating bullets and drinking profusely on the first day of their walk, I'll be wandering around Vacaville, I think, getting 8 miles in before hitting the pool.

Oh, yeah, I'll be thinking about the Boston walkers, and I swear I won't whine about how hot I am.


I did hit the treadmill at the gym for a while today and then got in the pool (where I got bitched at for splashing a kid); I found a nifty waterproof heart rate monitor I can wear while swimming, so I was able to track how hard I work out in the water.

Short answer--the same as when I walk. I seem to have this heart rate zone that I stay in, right around 70% of my max.

Which, considering my age...that's not very high.

Oh, and my calves ache from yesterday's hills. Not whining about it, just stating a fact.

Oh, and I'm taking back those new shoes. They are not the right ones, after all.

Oh, and...nothing.

Keep cool, Boston.

Oh, and...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

H.R. Huff & Puff

View of Concord, CA from the BART platform
There are 51 days until the San Francisco SGK 3 Day; that's a little over 7 weeks (I think...math is hard) which doesn't give me much time to get into hill-walking shape.

So this morning we drove to Concord, hopped on the BART, and headed for San Francisco and the hills that still kick my asterisk.

It wasn't any different today; my feet were fine, my back was fine, all was fine other than that I got awfully winded going up more than a block and my heart was pounding like crazy.

If it's like last year, though, by the time the actual Walk rolls around I'll have done enough hills to be able to manage just fine.

On tap for tomorrow, 5 miles or so followed by an hour in the pool.

Teh Sexy, right...?
Oh, and I got something spiffy in the mail, for once something I bought.

Pink tiger striped shorts.

Granted, Char is the one who found them online when she was shopping for the bright pink spandex tights, but I kinda wanted a pair of the shorts.

Now that I have the shorts...I kinda want a pair of the tights. If I'm gonna prance around in public in spandex, these just might be the ticket.

I should have 'em next week.

My public acts of humiliation should begin shortly thereafter. First, though, I kinda need to go back and find all the things I promised to do...but I know they pretty much all involve spandex...

Monday, July 18, 2011

New Kicks...

I was reminded last night that it's time for new shoes; there's just enough time to get 2 pair properly broken in for the 3 Day, and getting them now--on a week when the highest mileage day is 8 miles--is a good time.

So off to Sports Chalet I went, intending to just get the exact same shoes I've been getting. I got lucky, and the kid working shoes is the one who knows her stuff. She took one look at what I was wearing and pointed out the changes Brooks has made in the model I favored.

Not that those changes were a bad thing, but they might affect what ultimate decision I made.

Brooks Adrenaline  GTS 11...in size WTF?
While I tried a pair on (and they're a new color and I wanted them I really did because they were RED) she grabbed another pair of the same brand, but a different model. Instead of just selling me the $130 running shoes I was going to buy, she had me also try a pair that's intended for better stability. And she shoved some inserts in...which I wasn't thrilled about because I've tried the exact same ones and they were not impressive.

She grabbed a different size, one that is slightly bigger, and damned if that didn't make a difference.

But the shoes...they both felt about the same on my feet. I walked back and forth and really didn't feel a difference. Both fit well, both were comfortable. So I asked her opinion--given that I wouldn't be running, just racking up a lot of walking miles--which she would recommend.

She recommended the stability pair.

The ones that were $30 less.

Since I was buying two pair, that saved me $60 right off the top, which effectively made the inserts free.

Tomorrow I'm intending on 5 miles in the morning which should give one pair a nice gentle start, followed by an hour in the pool, after which all calories burned will be blown with popcorn at the theater.

Wednesday we're planning on heading into SF to walk some hills, presuming my back is up to it.

There's only 53 days until the SF 3 Day... FIFTY THREE!

Sunday, July 17, 2011


All righty...the entire left posterior side of my body hurts like a MoFo today. The pain seems to be originating from my gluteal area, so given the chance that this is my back trying to pinch a nerve or something, today's walking will be postponed to tomorrow, and many anti-inflammatory tablets will be consumed.

Well, ok, it's not like I'll be eating them like candy, but you can bet I won't miss a dose.

I'm going to blame this.

I used it all last summer while I trained, so I had it on the short days as well as the long days, right up to the last couple of weeks when I decided to try a fanny pack with dual water bottle holders. I haven't really used it since then.

But yesterday I got the bright idea that since I was going to be out for about 5 hours that I would use it--it holds 3 liters--so that I would have plenty of water and ice.

The thing is, something I didn't take into account, is that wearing a backpack changes your gait. You tend to lean forward a little more to account for the added weight. And if you've been training that way all along, that's fine. But to throw that added weight onto my back on a 15 mile walk?

Not my best idea, especially given the major back problems I've had over the last year.

I'll have to rethink how I carry stuff. The fanny pack irritates my back while I'm wearing it, which is distracting, but it doesn't hurt after the fact. The backpack didn't bother me until the last couple of miles, when I was already feeling like crap. And today I'm fairly ouchy.

Man, I hate having to think...

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Almost done...

Today's 15 is, so far, only 13.5, but I'll finish up on the treadmill in a little while. I was going at a really good pace for a while, right around 17.3 min/mile and knocked off the first 9 faster than I usually do, and that's when I made my mistake. I took a break (my 2nd, actually, the first just to change socks and get a drink) and knew I needed food, but because I can't seem to eat the burgers anymore, and had no idea what I could eat without it ripping right through me, I settled on frozen yogurt.

Now, that was refreshing and all, but it wasn't enough. At 12 miles I realized I was starting to feel not so fresh, so I ducked into 7-11 to grab a diet 7-Up (I do take water with me...I drink more if I stop for soft drinks, because deep down I am only 12 years old...) That helped for about .25 miles, and I realized I needed to head in the direction of home.

I turned one corner and saw this guy:

At first I thought he was up there nekkid, and thought about turning around and going in another direction, because that was not going to be an attractive view. But then I realized he did indeed have pants on, and kept going, quite relieved that my senses weren't going to be assaulted by a major crack violation.

I pushed on toward home, thinking I would just lap the little park around the corner from the house until I had 14.8 miles on my spiffy GPS, because then I would have 15 when I hit the door, but I got to the park and realized I might actually be in trouble. The temperature was only about 80 but I was feeling seriously overheated, queasy, and my head was starting to hurt...so straight home from there it was. I was right at 13.5 when I got through the door, and the last mile and a half will be easy enough on the treadmill.

I'm sitting here with the a/c going, and sooner or later I'll have enough energy back to get up and get a sandwich or something.

I could be eating now if the cats would serve me...

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Is This Thing On...?

An hour in the pool, followed by an hour on the treadmill. This is how I look when I'm done...

I usually don't like pictures of myself, but I kinda like this one...

Lesson learned: I should do it the other way around. Less waterlogged while walking that way...

I think we're officially into the high mileage weeks now. 15 on Saturday, 11 on Sunday, unless I decide to shake it up and do it a little differently. It's supposed to be hot next week, so that might be a good time to head to San Francisco for hills and maybe make it a longer day. And maybe coax DKM out for lunch if she can spare some time from the grind...Not that she grinds in SF. I don't think. If I find out she does, I'll take pictures for you... ;)

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Crosstraining 162

Yeah, that was probably my heart rate...

Didn't stay on it nearly as long as I intended, but my knee was not happy with it.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Wherein I Say the F-Word Repeatedly

Today’s 14 miles is being done inside on the treadmill. It wasn’t too hot to head outside this morning, but I felt like reading while I stomped through the miles, and I figured it would be better for my overall health to have lunch at home, something not in the vein of Eat The Burger.

This also means being able to sit in air conditioned comfort on breaks. And while I enjoy the air conditioning, without having strangers staring at me like they’re wondering if I’m homeless and all greasy and sweaty or just insane and all greasy and sweaty, I can plop the computer on my lap and surf online for a bit. Poke around Facebook. Read things at FARK. Check email.

Most of my email is spam, and today’s delightful efforts come from someone trying to get people who use Twitter to click on a video link. No idea where it leads to, but I’m not foolish enough to click on it. But one email caught my attention, as the subject header was “3 Day, How?”*

I found your blog last year through someone else and have been following along ever since. I really want to do this, but how? I am so fat and out of shape and overweight that I don’t even know where to start. I can’t walk down to the mailbox without getting out of breath. I know I’m too fat to even think about walking a 3 Day, but now it’s all I can think about.

Well…guess what. I’m fat. We might vary in our degrees of fatness, but fat is fat. It is what it is. It’s not an insult or anything to be embarrassed about; it’s just a description.

I am over a weight that is ideal for my height; I am fat.

Let’s just get the sting of that out of the way. Too many people mumble “fat” like it’s a social disease. No one ever mumbles “I’m tall,” or “I’m blonde,” but nearly everyone chokes on the description of “fat.” If we’re not choking on it or whispering it, we employ euphemisms for it. Heavy. Voluptuous. Undertall. Zaftig.

Fat. Fat fat fat fat fat fat.

Say it; let it roll off your tongue. Repeat. Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat.


Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…take it out of the equation. It doesn’t matter if you’re fat. What matters is that you want to be able to tackle a SGK 3 Day, and you feel like there’s something in your way.

There are some legitimate reasons for not being able to give a 3 Day a try.
  1. No real time for training. (These people can crew. Just sayin’)
  2. No way to raise the minimum funds required and no way to cover them. (These people can crew, too…)
  3. You’re in a diabetic coma.
  4. You hate the idea and would rather do something else. (These people can donate to me. Please.)
  5. You have no soul. (I accept donations from the damned, no questions asked.)
Nowhere in that list is “because you’re fat.” So it’s off the table. I’m fat and did it. There were lots of people out there last year who were fat, and they did it. There were even a few fat people hobbling around with canes, and they did it.

And ya know what? There were also a lot of skinny people walking. A lot of skinny people who walked 5 or 10 miles and then had to hail a sweep van because they weren’t really prepared, either physically or mentally, for the reality of walking in San Francisco. Those hills, they are a bitch.

Focus instead of the real reason: fear.

Why would anyone eat these on purpose?
I understand fear. I’m afraid of some really stupid things, like Brussels Sprouts and going places alone for the first time. I’m terrified of social situations and God help me if the phone rings and caller ID coughs up a name I don’t know (though to be fair, my phone fear stems more from the fact that I can’t hear well on the phone.) Some of those fears I’ll tackle, some I won’t.

It’s not that I’m averse to tackling some of them; it’s that I don’t care enough about them to face them. Like Brussels sprouts. I’m not making the effort there because, really, who would?

If participating in a 3 Day matters to you, you’ll face the things that are in your way. And it’s not that you’re fat, it’s that you can’t walk to the mailbox without gasping for air, and that is some scary shit.

You’re out of shape and you know it. And to me, that’s far worse than being fat. Worse than either is being too afraid to do something about it. I think it’s worse to me because I’ve been too afraid to do something about it. Don’t ask me what changed; I don’t know. One day I was this fat person sitting at my desk talking to the Spouse Thingy, and out of my mouth came something like, “Hey, wanna give Jenny Craig a try?”

It was the first step.

For me, getting some of the extra weight off was key in feeling like I could do anything else. Losing weight feels great, and somewhere in that endorphin high I felt like moving around more. But I certainly could have done it the other way around—if I’d started moving more, I’d have lost weight, too. I would have felt better and reaped the benefit of a few rushes of endorphins.

So I'm still fat, just a little less fat. I lost 50 pounds, but have gained back somewhere between 15-18. Does it matter?

Not really. I hate the flab around my middle, but only because I have a date to wear spandex. You people viewing the photos of that event will just have to deal.

But for getting to where you can walk in a 3 Day, it’s not the losing of weight; it’s the getting into walking shape.

Here’s the truth: no matter how badly you want it and are how much you’re willing to do something to achieve it, you might not walk one this year. You probably won’t. And that’s fine. Make it the goal. Make it your reward.

Start with the obvious…movement. So you get out of breath walking to the mailbox. Do it anyway. Walk there and come home. The next day, walk a few steps further. Don’t think you have to step out your front door and walk 3 miles before it counts. It ALL counts. If you feel you are so out of shape that you’re risking a cardiac event by getting the mail, see your doctor first and find out where you really are, but do something that gets you moving.

Like…swimming. Find a gym with a pool and walk in water. Granted, from an emotional standpoint that can be one of the most painful ideas to even contemplate because there are PEOPLE there and those are people who work out, and THEY WILL SEE HOW FAT I AM!

I get it, I really do. But those people who are in the gym with their sweating and grunting and looking so fit that you just want to knock them down and sit on them until they squeal? They’re not really noticing you. They’re too busy worrying about their carb and protein intake for the day and whether or not they can afford to have a slice of white bread. They’re counting reps. They’re fixated on the underwear wedgy that is driving them apeshit crazy, but they can’t dig it out and can’t go into the locker room to take care of it because if they do, they’re going to lose their machine.

There are also fat people at the gym, even in the pool. Hell, that’s where you’ll typically find me.

Move. Just move. Find something you like, and move.

And I won’t kid you, Marge. You’ll feel a whole lot better if, while you begin to move, you address the things you eat. Food is fuel; the better the fuel, the better the machine will run. You don’t pour diesel into a car designed to run on midgrade gasoline and expect great results; if you pour sugar and saturated fats into your stomach, your overall performance is going to be less than ideal.

Don’t even worry about the calories; just consider the source of fuel you’re putting into your tank. If you want to be able to walk past the mailbox, you might find it easier if you’re running on lean protein and vegetables instead of fast food and Twinkies. And when you feel better, you start performing better.

It’s this whole circle of being thing. Eat right, exercise more, feel better. Feel better, and you want to eat right and exercise more.

Pretty soon, you’ll find that the trip to the mailbox is no big deal. You’ll make it to the corner and back, and it’ll be no big deal. You’ll do a half mile, then a mile, and it’ll be no big deal.

Well, other than it WILL be a big deal because you’re taking literal steps towards something you really want.

If you start now, if you just make small changes now that you build on, by next year you’ll be walking in your first 3 Day. You’ll feel awesome. You’ll BE awesome.

Screw it, you ARE awesome. You want this; that takes something special deep down. So go for it. And if you’re participating in the same city I am, or even close, I will be there to cheer you on. I would be proud to walk with you.

*(I should state upfront that I did try to answer this is email, but it bounced back at me.)

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Big Black Line O'Boredom

I enjoy swimming, I really do.

If I didn't, I don't think I could swim laps for an hour at a time. I'd probably get in the pool, spend about 20 minutes farting around, swimming a few, walking a few, all while moaning about how hard working out is.

But, I like it. I suck at it and I'm slower than the average 5 year old, but in an hour I probably get about 120 lengths of the pool in.

That also means for 120 times back and forth, I stare at the black line at the bottom of the pool. I kinda need it, because if it wasn't there I wouldn't have even half a chance of swimming in a straight line, but after a few minutes, that black line is a reminder that I'll be in the water, doing nothing but going back and forth, for an hour.

(I would swim longer, but after an hour in the pool, I kinda have to pee. And if I get out, someone's gonna take my lane anyway. I've considered peeing in the pool, but that's kinda gross and with my luck the water really would turn indigo blue. And then I'd get banned from the gym, and I just rented a locker and got towel service, so I'd like to keep my membership. Plus, it's hard to swim laps in an 18ft round pool, and that's what I'd be left with.)

Still. I keep contemplating ways of distracting myself while I swim. I've considered a waterproof MP3 player, but those are kinda spendy. I've tried "writing" in my head, but by the time I'm out of the water and in the shower I've forgotten exactly what I intended on putting down on virtual paper. Mostly, I just swim, wondering how slow I really am and whether or not I'm making a good enough effort to get my heart rate up.

And I stare at that black line...

Sunday, July 3, 2011

How I'll Learn To Love The Treadmill

(The TL;DR = I walked on the treadmill and watched video on my iPhone! Yay me!)

<-- Those temps were enough to convince me that having a treadmill is a very good thing. Now, I'd intended to make use of it yesterday; I woke up early with every intention of getting outside and chewing off 13 miles before it got too hot, but the giant OUCH YOU MUTHRFARKER that my back screamed convinced me that staying in bed for a while longer was a good idea.

Because, you know, I own a treadmill and I could get on it later, when the OUCH YOU MUTHRFARKER had eased into nothing more than OY.

And I did try, but walking on it hurt, so yesterday became a day of complaining about not walking. It also became a day of reminders, like, um, raise the incline on it to ease how it impacts your back... (thank you, Dean :) )

And this morning I had every intention of getting up early, but I slept like crap, waking up every half hour and tossing and turning. So I didn't drag myself out of bed until Max headbutted me at 9, and let it be known that he wasn't going to stop until I sat up. I did all the things I was supposed to do, in the order he wanted me to do them (because honestly, if I deviate and do something outrageous like take my meds before I pee, it totally throws him off) and then opened a can of food for the kitties. The back felt quite a bit better, and I eyed the treadmill...and then went into the other room to play online for a bit.

The plan: watch a DVD while walking on the mind numbingly boring treadmill. Maybe two. It took me a while to figure out how to get the TV in the gym (ha! Yes, we have a gym at home...a treadmill and a Bowflex. That totally counts as a gym...) and the Wii to play together, but I did and I popped a DVD in...and promptly discovered that the Wii does not play DVDs.

I tried watching TV but you know what's on TV on Sunday?

Nothing. 500 channels of nothing. And it wound up not mattering, because in order to hear the TV over the treadmill, I would have had to set the volume high enough to wake the Spouse Thingy.

So I plugged the earphones into my iPhone and continued listening to an audiobook. I'm currently listening to "The Art of Racing in the Rain" which is an incredibly good story, told from the POV of a dog, but it's one that makes you get all choked up, and I have a feeling that pretty soon it's going to both piss me off and make me fight doing the ugly cry, so it might be better that I'm listening at home, where no one else can see.

Now this is when I began to realize the benefits of having a treadmill at home and actually using it. I didn't need to worry about where I was going to be when the inevitable need for a place to pee became an issue. I didn't need to worry about what I was going to eat for lunch and what digestive disturbances might occur. I could take a break and sit on my own couch and eat whatever the hell I wanted, because hey, if the horrible things happen, I could get off the treadmill and run down the hall. My water bottle wasn't going to run out and be a problem because...righto. Kitchen is right there.

Plus, on the treadmill it's a steady pace. There's no "am I really hitting three miles an hour?" because the speed is set there and it's not going to slow down for stop lights and people blocking my way.

I got online while I took a break for lunch and bemoaned the lack of a DVD player--not thinking about the whole volume thing--and the Boy reminded me that while the Wii doesn't play DVDs, it does work with Netflix Instant.

So, yay!

Then I got everything set up and remembered about the sound issue. But hey! My iPhone will run Netflix! I got it setup, got on the treadmill, and spent another hour on it, listening to Craig Ferguson doing stand up and trying to not laugh loud enough to wake the Spouse Thingy.

Six miles down without overheating and sunburn. And I'm not done...I hopped off for another break and spent some time looking for more things to add to the Netflix instant queue. I'll get back on later and do another 3 miles, and maybe another 3 after that.

I did learn that the treadmill shuts down after 100 minutes. As if that's as long as anyone should be on it...

In any case, I may will make more use of it now, since we're getting into the Holy Hell It's Hot part of summer.

That means I can sleep in.

Go me.

Friday, July 1, 2011

3000 calories burned, 2 pounds gained

"Wow," the girl at the gym's check-in desk blurted, "I bet you lose crazy weight doing that!"

What she meant was: all that training for the 3 Day must result in a ton of weight rolling off (so why are you still fat?)

We got on the topic while waiting for someone to come to the desk and fix an issue with my locker rental (as in, they rented one locker to two people. So they assigned me a new locker, but when I got into the locker room, I discovered that getting locker #117 when there are only 110 lockers is a raw deal) and she asked about the training.

I described the training, and that's when she guessed it was a great way to lose weight.

Ah, no. At least I didn't. I went into it last year thinking I would lose crazy weight, but the crazy thing that happened was not losing a freaking thing. I didn't blow the diet part of the deal; I just didn't lose weight.

In fact, I'm 18 pounds heavier this year than I was this time last year. I am assured, however, by one of my docs that this is because I had to stop taking growth hormone (getting to the age when cancers are a reality given family history; going off it seemed the better idea) and when you make zero HGH on your own, you lose lean muscle mass. When you lose lean muscle, you just don't burn fat as well. Thusly does your weight increase.

Still...I do have hopes for losing some weight this year. Between the walking and swimming I'm hoping I do burn some body fat. At this point, I'd be very happy to just get back to where I was on January 1st 2010. Very happy.

But based on experience, I wouldn't count on the walking part of training for the SGK 3 Day as a way to lose weight, especially if you're not getting your heart rate up, and not doing the cross training (I didn't) and not dialing in your diet to optimal nutrition.

On the schedule for tomorrow is 13 miles. We'll see...it's gonna be wicked hot tomorrow.