Day 40, 325 To Go

February 9, 2013

My house is a little less full today.  Only Mama Honey is left...Fluffy Honey and Fluffy Honey's girlfriend (I suppose we can tell you her name...Renata...you pronounce it like Henata) have gone back to Brazil.  They had a nice full week here and they are always welcome to return.

Fluffy and I played a few more games of Ping Pong of which I was the victor in all but one game.  And in a moment of pure stupidity, we decided to play basketball on my driveway...my concrete driveway...barefoot. 

Ouch...

I'm pretty sure I have mentioned in the past that I hurt myself playing basketball barefoot.  I'm not that bright sometimes.  This time, I didn't stub my toe or anything, but we played a game with all that goes along with it...jumping and cutting and stopping.  My feet weren't torn up, but they were a minute or two away from that and even worse, my bruised my heel on my right foot.  So not it only hurts when I step on it.  That's every step.  Yay running!

Needless to say, Honey and I went for a run anyway, of course.  For once, it was me slowing us down.  I could barely keep up with Honey.  She was like a Kenyan, and I was a tortoise.  I was like, "Wait for me Honey!"  She was like, "Eat my dust beatch!!"

I eventually caught up to her, but she made me work for it.  I'm hoping that tomorrow I'll feel better.  My plan is to do some triathlon training with my friends Mike and Daryl.  Could be troublesome if I can't run.  At least I can swim and bike.

Here are our numbers for today:

Time: 15:00

Distance: 1.21 miles

Pace: 12:27/m

Max Pace: 10:06/m

Calories: 102

Avg HR: 102

Max HR: 116

Not too bad considering my injury and the big going away lunch we had today.  We grilled some steaks, deep fried some french fries, had some corn on the cobb, rice, and a dessert of brownies ala mode!  Yeah baby!

And now that Fluffy is gone, we can go back to eating healthy again.  He is a bad influence.  Probably because he is now gordochino (for those of you who do not know Portuguese, that means a little fat).  HA!  Ok, he probably weighs less than me, but I had to put that dig in here.  Get out there and run Fluffy!!

Run for life!