It's been hard to motivate myself to exercise. I took four days off as much because my body needed it as because I'm sick of it. When I have emotional issues, it affects everything I am doing. I don't know how other people are. I'm sure there are a bunch of people out there who know how to separate their emotions from their work or family or something. Or they are able to separate the situation that caused the emotions from the rest of their life. Either way, I'm bad at separating things. I'm so easily affected by the tiniest details. I mull over what happened during the day and what's happened in the past, examining every detail and every detail examining me (it seems). So when I feel like crap I become apathetic.
I did exercise today. I ran on the track at the rec and did well. I used to do 4 miles in about 45-48 minutes but today I did a little over 4 in 35 to 36 minutes. It was a combination of sprints, fast jogging, moderate jogging and power walking.
Brett measured my body fat today. 16%. Seemed like a lot but I looked it up and it is in the "fitness" range. Gabe had 6%. I'll measure again before the trip and again after. I bet before the trip I'll be at 15 or 16% and after I'll be at 13 or 14%. One of my friends thinks I'll lose 15 to 20 pounds. I'm betting more on 10 to 12.
One month and two days away...
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