Progress

Since I last wrote for this blog, I've made some big changes. I went to weight lifting class and now know how to get what I want out of lifting weights. I began drinking a proteine powder after lifting weights and after running. And I've had a 9-mile run.

What's neat about the proteine powder is that it makes me feel far less torn up after a workout or run than I've felt in times past. Usually after a big run, I fall splat on my face once I get home and die. Now I mix some milk into my powder, drink it down, and begin to feel better — healthy, even — almost immediately.

I also credit it with why I feel so good the next day. After my 9-miler earlier this week, I was kind of jelly-legs the next day, but not sore and crappy. It was great to feel great! Huzzah!

Shortly before writing this piece, I went for a 6-mile run — or, as I like to call it, a quarter-marathon. It was a great one and I felt strong and capable the whole time. My fifth lap in particular was great. I motored up that hill. I even managed a decent sprint for the last 400 meters.

My wife says I smelled bad after the run, but I'm not sure I believe her. How can something that feels so good make you smell bad? It just doesn't stand to reason. I suspect she was mistaken on this subject. I still love her, though. You can't be right all the time.

I wish I had more to write about. I keep lifting weights, running, and riding my bike. It keeps being good. Nobody's called the cops on me, I haven't tripped and cut my knees. My iPod keeps working and Stevie keeps telling me what a good job I do. There's just nothing in my way, so I'll keep going.

Seriously, is anybody inspired yet to get up off their ass and do something impossible like run a marathon? How about a half? How about a 5k? It can't just be Blaine and I, can it?