Went running today, a few miles, for the first time in a while. Here in Washington, DC on a trip. Capitol Hill neighborhood with its trees and brick, then down along the Mall is a real splendid route. The boxwoods are very fragrant in the heat.
My calves are very tight from jumping rope. I’ve been stretching them, but they are still so tight that jumping rope is painful. I make it through my sets, albeit haltingly.
I am welcoming the increase in jump ropes. It doesn’t feel easier. But I am astounded I can do it. That feels good. Waiting for my body to strengthen. Maybe it’s happening. Can’t really notice well.
I was on some trips out of town last week and slacked on the exercises. Kept the diet going as well as I could. Now back in the swing of exercise and feeling some hurt from the backslide. Not too bad. But still.
I like exercising at night. It feels like a healthy alternative to other things I have preferred to spend my nights doing: drinking, smoking and eating nut butter.
Inconsistent with the exercises in first week. Week two I am on it. Verily enjoying the large portions o’ chowdown. A bit of trepidation about having to eat less. I am so used to late night snacks used (abused) to stave off some insecurity I have around paucity in general after dark. I used to booze at night. Haven’t had booze for 10 years. But been filling that gap with nut butter. Cashew butter night cap, anyone? Peanut butter and raisin digestif? Oh, well. I’ll be happy to give them up too. Every thing I ever gave up has claw marks all over it, as they saying goes. Been exercising at night. That kinda fits the bill.
Feeling like I could do this kind of workout every day on the regular. Glad Kenzai is clueing me in