Day 16-21 A little bit less than I'd like

Wow, I've really done poorly on the posting for this month.  Not sure if I just wasn't that inspired by my goal this month or if I've just let myself have an excuse that I've been a bit stressed over somethings be the reason for it?  Odd how that works.  Also odd how you can have a month's worth of work behind you and it only takes a few days for you to really just jeopardize all the progress.  Need to get myself back on track. 

Thankfully, I've got a good lady that gives me the punch to the noggin when I start getting out of line.  She doesn't know  that I know when she's trying to hint that I should keep up the work but I know...you know?  She's subtle like that and very, very wise in that respect.  She runs her own business, making jewelry, while working a full time job where she has to drive an immense amount of miles each day and still finds time to fit in designing logos, planting a garden, walking 100 flights of stairs each day and going running nearly every other day.   So, anytime I get all whiney, boo-hoo, I'm tired I remember that she barely ever complains about being Super-woman.   Damn her unwavering willpower! 

So, over the weekend, we went running both Saturday and Sunday.  I'm a terrible runner.  God awful at it.  Really, I look like I'm being chased by a horde of zombies and that I've sprained both ankles and have a 50lb weight wrapped around my waist.  Now, picture that, only more pathetically.  That's me.  I like to say it's because I'm a lumbering giant with tree trunks for legs and a precariously high point of balance.  However, I also secretly realize that it makes me feel better when I think that than me saying I simply lack running experience.  I run when bears chase me or after the ice cream truck, not for the fun of it.  So, this whole running on purpose thing is a bit awkward for me.  Making my lungs feel like I swallowed a porcupine is not necessarily my idea of a nightly routine I dream about.  However!  I'm getting much better at it.  In fact, I might say I'm overcoming my exercise asthma quite nicely.   Well, that or I might have overcame that at age 15 but I just use that as my explanation for the searing pain in my lungs after running.  Either or.

Activities

Running, running and more running.

Also I've been doing push-ups and the usual not at the gym routines when there's 1,002 people at our small apartment gym all vying for the weights.  Me, I like my gym-time quick and painful.  I'm not there to chat with you talkative buff guy that wears shirts too tight for you on purpose.  Move away from me, I'm socially awkward when working out.  If I wanted to talk about how much you wish you were not living in Denver and how you never pay your rent, on purpose, I'd stop ignoring you by walking away.  Seriously, I'm a professional weight lifter now.  I have stuff to do.

I've been practicing drawing hands.  Yeah, seriously, those damn things are hard.  Somehow, mine alway turn out looking oddly similar to what toothpaste dripping out of a tube looks like, if you can imagine such things.  So, that's my other goal this week.  Draw bad ass fists and hands.  Simple as that.

Quick Facts

Weight:  247
Diet: Lots of food, really too many to list but I assure you, they were all vegetables, water and tofu, as is custom for me.