They’ve moved me and the rest of my team to new digs, which so far has been totally sweet. The new office (which is actually an old office, but they got rid of a bunch of people (there’s a big mound out back that I assume contains the bodies) and so we were moved so they could consolidate and possibly get rid of the lease on my old building) is closer to my house and doesn’t require me to cross I-95 to get here. It’s farther from the data center, but I only have to go to NDC about once every couple weeks.
It goes without saying that I’ll have to go twice this week. Oh well.
This building is a vast improvement over the last one; for example, it has an actual cafeteria, instead of an eating area with some snack machines. Even better, the bathroom on the main floor has showers in it, and lockers, so as of today I’m riding my bike to work, as long as it’s not icy, which isn’t usually a problem in August. It’s a little under 5 miles, so it takes me about 20 minutes, which with traffic is about as long as it would take me to drive. And now I can burn roughly 500 extra calories a day, which is a pound of fat a week! If I can keep myself from compensating by eating entire freezers-full of ice cream, I should be Totally RippedTM by Christmas.
And while we’re on the exercise subject, my sister, Liz, and I have decided we are going to run a 5K in October. So that I might get a jump on training (and also because all my bike shorts were in the wash at the time), I went out Monday afternoon for a good jog. I was able to go a lot further than I had predicted; I ran for a solid 18 minutes (for me, about a mile and a half; I’m fat and slow) before the agonizing chest pains caused me to slow to a walk. In all, I calculate I went about 2.9 miles in 34:30, which definitely wouldn’t qualify me for the Boston Marathon. Hopefully in the near future I’ll be able to spend more time running and possibly cut a few minutes off that time; I’d like to do a complete 5K in under 30 minutes. Wishful thinking, perhaps. If wishes were horses, beggars would probably eat the horses.
You gotta have a dream. (Hopefully you all don’t have any of my dream, with the homeless people eating livestock in a visceral manner. I wouldn’t wish that on anybody.)
keep at it man – I started Body for Life and I got my cario a going – I was down to a 11 min mile, running ~2mi a day, every other day.