“Give me one more quiet night
‘Fore this loud morning gets it right
And does me in.”
–David Cook, “Rapid Eye Movement”
Miles Last Week: 52.5
Total Miles: 1274
According to my math, I’m 84.9% of the way to 1,500 miles. Is that a downhill slide I see? Why, yes. Yes, I think it is.
How is it possible that there are only 226 miles to go? I don’t even know.
At this rate, I could hit the finish line in the next month or so–probably by Thanksgiving. Then what? Move the finish line and add more miles? Experiment with other workouts? Buckle down on my diet?
Oh, dear. My chest seems to be tightening. I think that’s the first sign not to think about what’s next yet. Procrastination, party of one! You’re table will be ready…eventually.
I’ll just think about the next five weeks and four days. I have three ideas of how to spend them, you know, besides the 226 miles:
Banishing five to ten more pounds from my body.
Last week, I finally–finally!–hit the twenty-five pound mark, and I’m definitely liking this trend. Five pounds seems very doable in five weeks, but why not shoot for the moon with ten? Perhaps I’ll end up somewhere in between.
Crunchity, crunch crunch crunching.
I’ve done a big portion of these 1,274 miles on the elliptical, but that only really takes care of your arms and legs. My poor abs are feeling neglected. (That is, if they are even in there. I’m not totally convinced.)
I’m still so torn about running, but at this point, I may just be delaying the inevitable. I was dragged kicking and screaming into calorie-counting, too, and it hasn’t been totally terrible. Maybe running won’t be, either. If I do it. I’m not totally convinced on that front, either.
Only 15.1% to go!