Monday, April 21, 2008

Being Fit

Since the beginning of the year I've been exercising. Partially because of the new year - resolution type change and all - and partially because my man and I decided to make a bet about who could lose 10% faster.

After fifteen weeks of walking three days a week I've lost - I think - half a pound. That'd be a tomato or a small apple. Yup, after over 100 miles, what progress. Yes, body changes and I don't have back-cleavage, but come on. For a numbers person, this is kind of frustrating.

I've started running, too. Doing intervals - run 30 sec, walk for 4.5 min. I'm up to running 1.5 min out of every 5 for 40-50 minutes three days a week. Some days, that's 2.5 miles, some days it's four. My heart no longer feels like it is exploding out of my chest, but my thighs get sore.

What I've noticed most about the experience is how I run. Understand, I danced... for years. I knew my last apartment was right because I could complete two counts of eight up the stairwell. The world fits in 4/4 time. When I walk (pace of 15-min miles), I keep a stead 4/4 breath to step. It's balanced and it works. But I cannot run at that pace. When I run, I move to 3/4 time. Uh, right. So, I run with either the Brandenburg Concerto #4 in my head or Leon Redbone's "Bittersweet waltz". They are the right pace and the right tempo for breath to foot moving. It works for me.

And I suppose that's it... after years of not feeling healthly, of not wanting to do it, I've found something that works.