I’m quietly proud of myself. It’s an odd sensation. Certainly not the sort of thing that happens very often, not to me at least. Why am I feeling this way? Well, remember I decided to do that whole running 500 kilometres in twelve months thing? Guess what? I’ve only gone and done it with a month to spare. Yup, as of 5pm this evening I completed the last five kilometres. None to shabby considering that prior to last January I had never done any running ever (and when I say ever I mean EVAH!).
What prompted this lunacy?
I give you exhibit A
The Horror. Run away, flee!!!
I detest myself in this photo. I look like a gurning, chubby King Edward potato. I just loath how I look. On a more positive note it was one of the things that finally forced me to get off my arse and start this whole healthy lifestyle malarkey in the first place.
Random facts about my run
- 500 kilometres is just over 310 miles. Lets put that in perspective – distance between Nottingham and London is 128 miles. Nottingham to Greenock, where I was born, is 303 miles. (You get the idea. It’s quite far).
- This mighty endeavor was all achieved indoors. Mostly because I would be a danger to other road users if had attempted it outside. I do have a tendency to be quite clumsy.
- First time I attempted 5k it took me 44 minutes (in my defence remember I did say there had been no running prior to this point). I did manage to improve a bit as well. Fastest time was just over 28 minutes.
What does the completion of this challenge mean to me then?
- I’ve lost four inches off my waist. I’ve gone from 38inch to 34 inch waist. From XXL to L if you prefer 🙂
- I’ve dropped 4 and ½ stone in weight. Or 28 kilograms. Fucking Hell that’s SIXTY THREE pounds people!
- I feel a bit more confident in myself. I suppose if I can do this then I can probably do anything. Scary but true! (I should stress I am going to be sensible about this new found confidence. Not going to leap off a bridge and try to fly. Contrary to popular belief I’m not that fucking daft).
- I kinda like going to the gym now. I guess it has become a bit of a habit.
I plan on shifting the final ½ stone and then the real test begins. Maintaining my new ‘healthier’ lifestyle. I can’t let things slip. I’m going to take a short break to enjoy Xmas but in the New Year I’ll be back at the gym burning the calories again. See, I’ve been thinking and I have this grand plan, something about cycling 1000 kilometers in 2013 🙂
Well at least there is less of me now. Sorry can’t do anything about the face.
till next time my internet brothers and sisters
be excellent to each other…..and party on!
Pablo ‘The Running Man’ Cheesecake
We’re Gonna Need a Bigger Cinema
Mrs Cheesecake and I managed to catch the cinema re-release of Jaws today. I find it hard to believe that the film is almost the same age as me, it has certainly aged far better than I. Fashions and tech have all moved on in that time but those minor qualms aside this movie really has stood the test of time. (OK I’m willing to concede that Bruce, in some scenes, does look like a ropey big old rubber shark that he is but hey it was made way back in 1975.)
Scheider, Dreyfuss and, my personal favourite, Shaw are all fantastic. Quint really is a mad fucker isn’t he?*
|Captain Insane-o Quint (pictured yesterday)
* And the correct answer to that question is clearly a HUGE – Fuck Yeah!
What surprised me most was all the little things I had forgotten (never noticed?) since the last time I watched the film in its entirety. There is one moment where a couple of meteors shot across the sky just as dawn is breaking over the ocean. Never spotted that before, really nice touch.
I really don’t think there is anyway to improve in the perfection of this film…..or is there? I wonder…
|Swim damn you, SWIM!….Oops too late, that T-Rex is screwed!
Interestingly there was also a trailer for the re-release of Chariots of Fire, I guess to tie in with the forthcoming Olympics? Mrs Cheesecake has never seen the film so perhaps we’ll check that out when it arrives. The Vangelis soundtrack still sounds suitably epic by the way.
In the most tenuous of ways Chariots of Fire links to my next thought…
Pablo Cheesecake vs. Pablo Cheesecake
My most difficult of challenges continues as my battle against the bulge rolls ever onward. 3stone (42lbs) so far! Recently though I have to admit that I don’t seem to have lost much weight. (I will keep trying though). That said I think I may be a bit more toned than I was before. Running is getting easier and I am starting to quite enjoy it. I’ve started weight training again, albeit slowly. Haven’t done that seriously since before the whole broken back fiasco thingee. I’m sure I’ll get there eventually as I have significantly managed to change my diet (out with the crap, in with the tasteless). I just wish I was closer to my target now.
Impatient much? Just need to be a bit more zen about it all I suppose.
I think that’s all I’ve got for tonight. Random as ever.
The first two weeks of the 2012 challenge are complete. Thoughts so far? Well, unsurprisingly it’s been fucking hard. I’ve had a think about it and I don’t think, prior to this month, I have actually run at all this century. (Thats probably not good is it?) So far I have managed 18k so only 482k to go. Why only 18k? I have to be honest and fess up, I only managed 3k the first time out. Since then however I managed a solid 5k each time I have gone to the gym. Perseverance appears to be the watchword
I’m also pleased to note* the fact that I have managed to get slightly faster on each occasion. Not massively so but I guess its can only be a good thing to be improving. The key thing, I think, is that I have to keep reminding myself that this is a long term goal. I plan on going to the gym twice a week for the rest of the year. I will run 500k in 2012 and if I’m going to I don’t want to over do it first month out.
The best way I can think to celebrate this momentous(-ish) achievement. An appropriately themed bit of music I think.
Pablo ‘The Running Man’ Cheesecake
*feel free to insert – I’m quietly smug about
Happy New Year!
What does 2012 have in store I wonder? Mrs Cheesecake and I were talking about the highlights of 2011 this morning and I released she was able to list many more personal achievements than I. Don’t get me wrong I am intensely proud of her but also quite a bit jealous. I need to set myself some proper goals for a change. So here goes… (you can mock me about not completing them later in the year, say August?)
I have started to save, thanks to some generous relatives at Christmas, and my first goal will be to get the design finalised and my first 3hr session booked. I reckon for around Easter. We shall see. The next update will be over on the project page. (See the link on the right hand side of the page)
He Don’t Have What We Call The Social Skills
I’m not too bad when I talk to people online and if I’ve known you for a real life for a while I’m ok as well but when it comes to meeting people for the first time I am still a bit of an oaf. I need to try a bit harder to get on with people. I’m just terribly shy, underneath all the bluster I mean. I’m nice most of the time, honestly.
On The Cusp of Less Rubbish-ness
I was going to call this section of the post On The Cusp of Greatness but if I am being 100% honest with myself greatness might be aiming a little high. Less rubbish seems a much more acceptable and achievable goal.
So what is the grand plan I hear cry? Well it is only a matter of days before the 2012 challenge begins in earnest. I plan a 500km run in 2012 (I must be off my fucking chump). I managed 20000 sit ups in 2011 but I think this endeavor is considerably upping my game.(I’ve joined a gym and got a new pair of trainers and everything). Why am I doing it? Really just as personal challenge. To see if I can manage it I suppose. I need to loose some weight anyway so why not try some incredibly foolish way to do it.
I’m sure there will be further progress updates in the future, either that or I’ll be dead. We shall see. Time will out as they say.
Fuck it I’m bored of wittering now (that probably doesn’t bode well for all these lofty bloody goals does it?)