The whole running thing was a bust. I went for two runs last week, 2 miles each time. Well, actually I half ran/half walked. Okay, it was more like 1/3 running, 2/3 walking. Anyway, I actually went outside and travelled 2 miles under my own power each morning.
When I got to work, I could barely sit down into my chair. Later, I could barely get up out of it. I was extremely thirsty, and still drinking over a gallon of water a day, so by mid-morning the battle of wills between my thighs and my bladder had begun. My bladder had to convince my brain that the pain it could induce by bursting right this minute was greater than the pain I would feel in my thighs if I stood up from my chair.
Luckily I am a man and didn't have to sit down to alleviate the bladder situation. I would have had to use the handicap bar next to the commode.
After two days of running and screaming thighs, I decided to take a break to let my muscles heal. I had a job interview coming up and didn't want to be the EOE candidate gimping into the conference room. Day three was no better than day two. I still could not stand very easily.
On day four, the day of the interview, I started out pretty sore, but was about 75% better by the end of the day. I left work early and got to my interview, where my (hopefully) soon-to-be-new-boss met me in the lobby. The interview was on the third floor and new boss asked if I wanted to take the stairs instead of the elevator.
I responded with an enthusiastic, "Sure!" in case this was one of those behavioral tests that some interviewers throw at you. You know, like the one where they "accidentally" drop a pen on the floor just to see if you will pick it up. It's supposed to show them if you are helpful or some other b.s. like that. I didn't want to seem like a lazy slob, so I braved the stairs with him. It actually wasn't too bad, and I didn't get winded like I probably would have last year. So all the biking and running is actually helping me in ways other than losing weight.
The rest of the interview went well, and they called me back for another tomorrow. But I was starting to give up on the whole running thing. It wasn't worth the pain and having my coworkers snicker when I tried to stand up. One of them told me I looked like a pregnant woman trying to get up out of a chair. Not exactly something someone who is trying to lose weight wants to hear.
Then my mother-in-law told me she didn't like the fact that I had to cross the six-lane thoroghfare in the middle of the jogging route, so she sprung for half of a new recumbant bike. I like that thing so much better than the the old fan-resistance bike I had. Not only is the seat more comfortable (so I can stay on it longer), but not having moving handlebars frees up my arms for weightlifting, so I can keep my cardio workout going longer, while cutting down on my overall workout time because some of the weight portion can be done simultaneously.
I hit the jackpot with this mother-in-law. I always tell A that I am very glad I have the m-i-l that I do, and not the m-i-l that she has!
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Dude! I wasn't referring to your size when I said you looked like a pregnant woman getting out of your chair. I meant that you had to brace yourself on the arms of the chair like a pregnant woman would do. In her case, it's because her stomach is so damn big, it has to go first. In your case, it was because your legs DIF'd (died in a fire) from running.
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