So, now that you've picked yourself off the floor, be reassured that I will approach even this most seemingly physical of endeavors with as ruminative and navel-gazing a perspective as ever. Already I'm convinced of at least 3 great "life lessons" learned from my 2 weeks (so far) of haphazard training. But the most wonderful part is that I haven't quit yet. And it hasn't been nearly as impossible as I would've thought. Or at least, the really hard parts are completely different/opposite from what I thought they would be. But more on that in later posts.
Already I'm up to running 2.5 miles without stopping to walk. Yes. For me that's the best cardio-vascular performance I've ever had in my life, except perhaps in the fog of some netherworld dance-clubbing days. And those certainly weren't exactly healthy days . . .
But off I go to bed now, since this "training" things works a whole lot better if I get something resembling sleep at least 5 nights a week.