Day 2.12 …When will it end…
I don’t get it. 232.8 pounds
Yesterday…sprints. 5 km.
5 km of sprints is getting easy, the distance seems like chump change these days…peanuts…
It’s peanuts distance….but 5 kilometre runs are almost a thing of the past, next week I have 2 more and then. and
then….and then…short runs become 7 km…then 8….pavement death…
So in the past week I’ve run a total of 32 kilometres…it’s time to drop under 232.8 pounds…any minute now…
I am thinner though…belly fat is being transferred as muscle to the sore areas…like butt and legs which are constantly painfully reminding me of the 16 kilometres I have to run on Saturday.
My cardio is getting much better, these sprint days help build both the heart and muscle…and my recovery is
improving vastly…
For a fat guy I can really move…
Today I’ll be swinging the hammer most of the day, that may just get me over the edge.
Beagle and Parker are still caught in the never ending spiral of fat…Beagle had 10 cokes yesterday and Parker had 10 beer…he is from the UK…so that’s normal…
Parker is staying active playing soccer, he is sweating buckets…of course they do drink a case of beer…or 2…after the game so I’m not sure if there is a net loss in calories…
Beagle plays baseball…he swings a no hitter…what?
He also drinks beer after the game…but only because Burger King is closed. No groundhog days for him…it’s the helium diet or bust…
Tomorrow is poker night so I must try to get down to 232.5 pounds before the kick off or I’m sure to be up due to beer…some things go well with poker…
beer, egg rolls…stuff…I must get down another pound… The Quote of the Day:
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it. Robin Williams
Well that didn’t work out…I’m hoping in the end that they told him he had a terminal disease like Hunter…staring down the barrel can make the run to the finish line seem too long…although it seems it may have been due to drugs and alcohol…fresh out of rehab maybe he couldn’t cope with sobriety…hell I’m down to drinking only on Wednes- day and I’m sure I could easily give that up with just a small percentage of the Williams fortune to keep me entertained.
I personally don’t see the point of suicide…I’m holding out for the very last second, they may find the cure for fat and I’d hate to miss it…
Cloudy…rain…I hope you got out yesterday because the rest of the week is looking bleak…
Cheerio
