Died and Went to Genoa
My wife and I signed up at the local community college to use the gym. It has all the machines of a higher-priced "pro" workout place and it's very close to our house. Yesterday, I hit the treadmill (working on cardio) and did a solid run for 35-40 minutes. The last 10 minutes were pretty tough (I'm still overweight) and all I could think about was dinner.
Some other factors:
1. J was out for dinner already
2. J doesn't eat meat so this was a good opportunity for me to get some
3. Monday and Tuesday are "buy one get one free" pizza nights at Genoa Pizza
I was not aware of the Genoa Special until I saw the first few ingredients but that was all it took. For bonus points, I got a cheese pizza as the free one so there would be leftovers for both of us. The Genoa Special is a thin crust pizza with (stay with me now) sauce, cheese, pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, green pepper, onion, black olives, green olives, another layer of cheese (probably just to hold it all together) and - last but not least - BACON. Holy shit.
Certainly any benefit I got from running for 40 minutes went right out the window after the first few bites. I've been fantasizing about the leftovers all day. I'm actually thinking about leaving work early to get to the pizza quicker.
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Pizza smeetza -- a 40-minute run first time out is fucking EXCELLENT!
My stomach is growling ...
BTW: 40 mins is excellent anytime, first run or not! More than I could do right now.
Thanks for the encouragement. I have to say, other than the initial jello legs after both runs, I have zero pain. Granted, a treadmill is easier than actually plodding along on the street, but it's definitely a step in the right direction.
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