Oy (and a 5K)

Back. Hiatus.

Pie. White Chili. Soda. Dear sweet baby Jesus soda. Sonic Blast. Chocolate Milk. CAKE. That's what memory serves, but I know there has to be more than just that. It was a bad week of reversion.

However. Understanding this, I came back hard at the gym at the office and a particular hard assault at the Y.

First off, the more reps, lower weight idea is paying off dividends. And by dividends, I mean my chest hurts today. A lot. I'm doing my final set of 4 at 225 without fear of dropping it on me. Each final lift is getting stronger.

Now to the laughable:

Ran my first "5K" last night. AKA, me, on the treadmill, running a programmed 5K. I'm pretty sure if it was the real deal, they would have closed up shop and left by the time I reached the finish. I'm embarrassed to say, but given I thought I broke the treadmill when it hit "60:00", I can think only that it only gets better from there.

62:19. 5K. 3.48 miles. Aka, the 17:53 minute mile! Ugh. I've got no endurance.

Meant to mention first time out, however, that even after my binge, I was still down a lb from my last weigh-in 1.5 weeks ago. (256).