I went to the gym today for the first time this year. I have a number of excuses as to why it took me until January 8th to get there (NYE recovery, I was sick, the kid was sick, it’s fucking cold, etc), and that’s fine, but I went today.
I even got on the scale, which I generally try to avoid. However, I need to know where I’m at so I can get a better sense of just how fucking long this road is.
It’s long, children.
That’s fine. I am okay with where I’m at because it’s not like there is a mystery as to how I got here. I know very well how I got here. And I know where I’m going and how to get there, too.
So today I did “what I usually do” which is a half-hour on the elliptical and then a half-hour on the treadmill. I feel okay. My new shoes are not even close to being as cushioned as my Asics, but since I’m not running (only walking), that’s okay for now. As I progress I might have to plump for the spendy shoes again but for now, the Sauconys are getting it done. Might need arch supports, though.
The usual suspects are all feeling pretty good. That’s a good sign. We’ll see how the shinsplints feel in the morning but for now, I’m not unhappy with any of my body parts, except maybe the lungs (and the brain, but we are never happy about the brain). The lungs get a pass today because I have been sick for the past few weeks. So.
So here we are. The numbers are understandably grim. Oh well. My goal is 1,000 miles. I have 994.2 to go.