Friday, August 22, 2008

I think I need to get Dean Karnazes book about lessons he learned running 50 marathons in 50 days, how you can achieve super endurance. I'm just trying not to hurt myself.

Part of my new diet plan (16.5lbs so far) includes more physican activity. My doctor said just walk at first. So, I have been. Then, a week ago I sprained my ankle in church. IN CHURCH. And, I am no jumping and jiving Pentecostal, just a relatively staid Southern Baptist. Our most likely injury is a wrist sprain from carrying a big Bible to church, or over eating Sunday lunch. There have been one or two neck sprains when people went to sleep during the sermon and bobbed too hard. But, I digress.

I had to stay off the foot, other than limping to work, for a few days. Hence, no physical activity. But, Wednesday, it felt fine and I went walking late at night. I walked the neighborhood circuit of 1.5 miles and felt really good. We are having an unseasonable cool wave, with temperatures in the 70s and 80s, compared to the 107 we had the week before.

So, I decided to do a second lap. Then, a dog came out of nowhere and attacked me. When I turned around to face him, I sprained my left calf muscle. It felt like I had been shot. I had to limp around the block to get away from the dog and spent 3 hours on an icepack (frozen peas and carrots, not steak for all you sensitive PETA types). I am still limping and it is really sore. So, physical activity is again limited to limping to work and to the kitchen for aspirin.

The road to thinness seems to be strewn with obstacles. I expected cravings or crabbiness (yes more than the usual), but not injury.

I also went to the dermatologist and had some stuff cut off my face. It is an annual ritual. Actually, it was my former weight loss plan. I would go in once per year and they would cut parts of me off. So, now I have a couple of band aids on my face and a couple of raw looking spots from the freezing thing they do.

I did get a little mileage out of it, though. I showed up at my diet class last night, limping and bandaged and got lots of inquiries. When I told them I was attacked by a dog, they really got stirred up.

After I gave them the whole story, they were a little less sympathetic, but it was good while it lasted.
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