Last week was good for my strength workouts (I made it to all four), and good for my book (hit a groove and wrote a ton), and good for my poker (regularly cashing in my online game), but not so good for my running.
As usual, I blame the heat. It gets too hot too fast in the morning and when opening the front door feels like opening a preheated oven door, it’s hard to visualize a happy ending to a long run or walk. Instead, you imagine yourself as the Incredible Melting Man.
I did play some basketball on Saturday, which went well enough, but my aerobics were not great otherwise.
Then, on Sunday, I started the Omada program, which started tracking my food, weight, blood pressure, and exercise. It has been interesting how I have psychologically reacted to this - I have been posting my meals, which makes me less inclined to eat two bowls of Cheetos while watching Peaky Blinders (good show so far).
I have also become more motivated to exercise, just so I have something to post on the app. Case in point was today. I’d run 4-plus miles yesterday with Danica, so I was feeling like I would rest today and try again tomorrow. But when I loaded my blood pressure reading into the app, it flashed the number of steps I’d taken yesterday and the number I needed to take today.
So I opened the oven door and took a five-mile walk. It was pleasant enough for the first three miles, and then the temperature started to get to me. I finished by sheer willpower (plus I wasn’t sure how I’d get home if I stopped - Uber?)
It’s not like I don’t know what this app is doing. But since its interests align with mine, I’m willing to be manipulated.
Now I’m off to another strength session with Art. Onward!
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