Wednesday, June 8, 2011
A triathlete's heaviest yoke is literally his weight. It is a drag in the swim, a curse on the bike uphill, and a burden slowing down his run.
Every morning I weigh myself with equal dread and anticipation. After losing about 7 lbs from my heaviest weight ever, my weight seemed to hit a minor plateuau. I could see more of my neck, my face is acquiring some edge and angles, I get positive remarks from officemates, I am slimming down, but that darn scale WON'T BUDGE! Bummer!
After 4 half-marys done every week - all done at relatively stable slow pace - I figured it is time to ramp up my act. Run more frequently, rack up the mileage, but do short distances at progressively faster pace. Everyday 5K it is! I've done it before, run every single effin day for 1.5 months. Lost 23 lbs and a Php3K weight-loss bet to a smart-aleck competitor who dehydrated himself before our weigh in. Sssheeeshh!
Everyday 5K but avoid running into injury and burn-out. Lose weight and pick up speed. Hope I could strike some dynamic balance. I am on day 3 now. So far so good. I hope I could sustain it.