No adrenaline rush today. When I got home from work today, I already felt like I had walked five miles. I was beat, and I was starting to tell myself it would be alright to skip The Walk (I’m starting to think of it as a proper noun), especially since I did so well yesterday.
I spent the early part of the evening with my family, having dinner, chatting on the phone with my buddy Steve about closing on his new house, talking with my four-year-old about her day at school, and then checking Facebook while she took her bath.
When it was time for my wife to put out daughter to bed, I found myself getting ready for The Walk. I really didn’t think about until after I started putting my shoes on and remembered that, just an hour earlier, I had convinced myself not to go at all.
So, maybe I set tonight’s expectations high when I planned for five miles. After thirty minutes on the elliptical, I had only made it 2.5 miles, and I new five miles wasn’t happening. I finished up the last half mile in a few minutes, and felt satisfied I had made it three miles.
Sometimes it’s a good idea to quit when you’re ahead. Well, at least tonight.
973 miles to go!
I must be channeling Charley Sheen today, because I just knocked out not one, not two, not two and three-quarters, but five miles on the elliptical machine! I have one speed: GO! You can’t process me with a normal brain. I’m an F-18, bro!
Alright, calm. Calm. Breath in. Breath out. Endorphins dissipating. Pulse dropping under 100. Charlie Sheen back in his black rubber suite, mouth zippered shut, and locked in the steamer trunk.
Since April 7, I’ve walked twenty-four miles on the elliptical machine in the tiny gymnasium at my apartment. While an average of less than two miles a day won’t get me to my goal of one thousand miles by April 7, 2013, days like today give me confidence that I can bring that average up to around four miles a day. I’m also hoping that I can increase my average speed from five miles per hour to six miles per hour within the next two months.
Of course, the key to progress is getting out there and doing it every day. With work and family commitments, this can be tough. Julia, my wife, is being super-supportive and picking up even more of the slack around the house while I’m off on my evening stroll. She is the most amazing woman, challenging me to be better without nagging me; loving me for who I am even while helping me grow.
Yulka, I love you.
So, from Charlie Sheen to heartfelt expressions of true love, this post has it all. I’ll leave you with one more word of wisdom from The Sheen:
“Can’t is the cancer of happening.”
CLICK! (the sound of the steamer trunk being padlocked)
976 miles to go…
Here’s the truth: I was abominably lazy last week. I won’t make any of the usual excuses (working late, kid duty, PTA, zombie apocalypse): I just didn’t make myself do it.
And since I rode my motorcycle to work most days this past week, I also skipped the half mile walk from the Metro to my office. Then again, balancing have a ton of motorcycle in DC gridlock for an hour is somewhat of a workout.
I decided to start out the upcoming week at a good pace. Today I knocked off five miles on the elliptical machine in just under fifty-eight minutes. Beating a five-mile per hour average is a pretty big milestone fore me.
When I first started using the elliptical a little more than a year ago, I was lucky to average 3.5 miles per hour. Back then, I was excited just to finish a mile!
The elliptical is actually a lot easier than a treadmill, but getting the technique down during the first few sessions can be daunting. It took me several miles to figure out the elliptical machine is really something between a treadmill and an exercise bike, rather than something between a stair master and Hell.
So, I’m now “only” 981 miles away from my goal. If I’m going to make it, I have to stay motivated and make up some of those lazy days.
I’m defiantly beat after my five mile jaunt, but I feel great.
I got of to a great start on my 35th birthday, April 7,2012. I walked five miles on the elliptical machine.
Things went down Gil from there.
On the 8th, I was suffering from some bug (no, I didn’t eat too much Easter Candy), and with the festivities, I skipped the gym.
I was ready to go Monday, but I banged my toe on the couch so badly, I thought it was broken. I skipped Monday might as a result, but made it back Tuesday for three miles, and another three on Thursday.
We had to run out of town unexpectedly to visit family in Richmond, but after another day I was ready. Today, I did another three miles for a a grand total of fourteen miles as of this post.
I’m beat, but in a good way.
Daily Grill in downtown DC at the corner of 18th Street NW and M Street is one of my favorite places for lunch during the weekday. Just a couple of blocks from Dupont Circle, Daily Grill caters to the core demographic of “the Golden Triangle”: lobbyists, interns with trust funds, non-for-profits employees burning off their not-profits, and guys like me, who forgot their brown bag lunch before taking the trusty BMW into work.
Everything I’ve eaten at the Daily Grill on previous visits has been fair to good. They have one of the best burgers in town, the sweet potato fries are perhaps the perfect food, and the crusty half-loaf of bread with a pat of butter is an excellent alternative to chips an salsa. Unfortunately, the average lunch costs per person is $20 per meal, including a modest tip (but no alcohol).
So I set my budget for $10 and ordered the carrot cake and a Diet Coke (I was watching my sugar intake). My wife and daughter made me a wonderfully tasty carrot cake from a box recipe for my birthday the week before, and I wanted to see how Daily Grill’s carrot cake stacked up.
Here’s a pearl of wisdom I discovered as a result of my experiment: if you order dessert from a grill, set your expectation very low.
The cake was dry and not very carroty( unless carrots now taste like baking soda), and the cream cheese icing proved to be lard with a little sugar sprinkled across the top.
It takes a lot from me to walk away from a dessert. This one, I did.
So, if happen by Daily Grill for lunch, stop by and grab a burger. But please, skip dessert.
(Editor’s note: BMW stands for “Bus, Metro, Walk”)
Rating: 2 / 5
My name is Curtis Oden. Today is my thirty-fifth birthday. I weigh 407 pounds. Today, I making a commitment to myself,my family, and my friends. I will walk one thousand miles this year.
I am not doing this to loose weight.
I am doing this to continue the trend I’ve been on for the past year: I’ve walked more and exercised more in the past year than I did in the previous fifteen. My weight remains at around 400 lbs, but I have more energy, my lifelong asthma has diminished to the point where I use a rescue inhaler ever six months rather than every six hours, I’m able to play more actively with my daughter, and I’m able to enjoy life more by getting out and experiencing it.
One thousand miles is a pretty steep goal. I’m guesstimating that I walked five hundred miles last year without paying too much attention to it.
This year, I think 1000 miles is challenging but doable. Of course, I’m going to need help from my friends and family. There’s a couple of ways you can help:
- Walk with me. There’s no reason why we can’t do this together and encourage eachother.
- Make a pledge to on of my “mini-goals”. In the weeks to come, I’ll share a few milestones (ie 100 miles, 250 miles,etc) that you can pledge on. I’ll have one or two charities set up via Crowdrise so you can pay up as I blast through those goals.
- A big part of my motivation is to help my friend Sasha, a four-year-old boy who is battling lukemia for mor than a year. I’ll be setting up a fund to help cover his treatment costs. The fund will have with special milestones and events.
- Please be considerate to people of size, and share this site with them. Most obese people aren’t fat because they are lazy, but it is damn hard to overcome that inertia. If I hadn’t gotten past my asthma, it would be difficult for me to commit to one tenth if this. I want to dispel the stereotype that obese people are lazy and have an unhealthy lifestyle.
Here we go…