it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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four hundred miles without a word until you smile

Well, I goofed up with my cellphone stopwatch on the way back, so I don't have a time for my third mile, but it was 13:30 for the first mile, which is a net improvement of about three minutes from when I started. And I did the second mile, which I walked--not particularly in any hurry and with a water break in the middle--in about 17 minutes. (There is a special Hell for people who spit in drinking fountains.) I think the third mile was around 13 too, maybe 12:30, as it's downhill on the way back and I was cruising along at a pretty good clip for most of it. I think I get to log this as "Running" in Fitday rather than "Jogging." Well, the running part of it, anyway.

17.8 miles to Lothlorien. Only 8.2 more miles to where the blindfolds come off. By the end of the day, we'll have met Galadriel and what's-his-name.

For the record, I started my walk to Mordor on January 15, 2007. I have been walking for 595 days and averaging 1.5 miles a day.

And yes, I have a spreadsheet.

Interestingly, the excess sleep demand is leveling off at between 6.5 and 7 hours a night, so my body must be adapting to the extra workload, finally. And I'm starting to shed a few pounds instead of just packing on muscle and getting heavier, which is indeed, making the climbing easier. Go, simple physics. It's easier to haul 241 pounds up a wall than 247.

(For those of you interested in such things, according to Fitday, my caloric outlay for the day is likely to be around 2,659 calories. If I weighed around 155 (which I have not since the week after I had acute mononucleosis in college) it would be around 2,275 calories. 1100 calorie-a-day diet sound like such a good idea to anyone? No, me neither.)

An interesting side effect of sleeping a little more is that I am remembering more of my dreams. For the first time in... well, as long as I can remember, actually, though I assume I slept more as a teenager/when I was running in high school. This morning, I woke up from a partuclarly nice one in which I rudely/apologetically left a fancy dinner to take a phone call from Agent Jenn, who was calling to inform me that the Promethean Age books had been optioned by a movie company I can't remember, and which may not really exist.

I was pretty disappointed when I woke up, I tell you what.

No climbing Monday, so I may call it a recovery day unless a hike materializes. Climbing Wednesday, though, and I should be rested for it. *g*

And on that note I must shower, dress, grocery shop, and pick up ice cream for netcurmudgeon's birthday partee. Be good while I'm gone.
Tags: get out in the park, project: less-of-me, pudge report, walking to mordor bakson

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