Never in a Month of Run Days… #fitbit #marcothon #boring
… did I think I would become a fitness bore, but it has happened. I even irritate myself. *yawns*
I may not have got any faster, I certainly haven’t got any lighter, but I am definitely the fittest I have ever been in my 42 and three quarter years. (Except for my right calf.)
(Not that you are interested. I sure wouldn’t be, if I were you, most likely.)
As a friend once said, “You weren’t always ‘this’ person…”
So, I did a month of run days for the Marcothon, just for fun. It was fun and I did it: perfect daily justification for posting a selfie, a weather comment, and, after Santa had been, some stats.
But who wants to know?
Sad thing is, I am interested in everyone else’s weather comments, selfies and stats.
I want to know.
I want to know who burned how many calories, ran in the rain, found a new route, suffered a chafe, got a pb, felt great, struggled, found a new running window, ran in the light, ran in the dark, ran before, during or after work, on a road, canal path or up a hill…
I got a fitbit gadget for Christmas. It tells me everything. Fire me forwards a hundred years and I am in a dystopia with a dictatorial microchip… but for now, I can take it off. I can.
So far, it works. One evening I found myself running on the spot as I was a couple of hundred steps short of the 10,000 target. Today I did a 30 minute work out in the house so as to keep to my five-active-days-a-week plan. I’m even going to ‘go dark’ techwise a little earlier so that I can have a chance of meeting my sleep aims…
So, that’s been a week… maybe my Pharisee Phitness will wear off…