On Saturday, April 4, 2009, I ran 12 miles. That is 19.3 kilometers. That is a lot.
Surprisingly, it was a good run. I felt good; I felt strong. I kept a very good rhythm until about mile 11, when I started to really feel the fatigue. Mile 12 consisted of a lot of walking, but I managed to trod to the end at a pretty good clip.
There are no words to describe how much my legs and abs hurt on Sunday. Honestly. No words. The bottoms of my feet felt like they had been shattered with a jackhammer, too. Lotsa pain.
What frustrates me is the fact that I can not get my eating under control enough to see any real weight loss results, even with all this exercise. I just seem to eat to make up for the extra calories burned. I'm not gaining anymore; at least I'm maintaining. But I'd like to see a loss.
Admittedly, I have not been journaling my food like I should. I guess I'm going to have to start doing that again. It's just kind of a hassle. eh.
Oh, and PSA: Race to Witch Mountain is a decent movie. It's not awesome. Don't pay more than matinee price to see it; but I think it might be worth seeing it on the big screen. Dwayne Johnson is hot.