During the month of August, I experienced two unusual contrasts.
1. The numbers tell different stories
My workplace hosts periodic fitness challenges. These usually involve doing pre- and post-program assessments, which include body composition analyses. Over the past two years, I've undergone maybe eight body comp analyses.
The results have always been pretty consistent... until last week! My body fat percentage dropped nearly 1% compared to six weeks ago! It's also the lowest percentage I've ever recorded. Woo hoo!
I credit this to doing more weight-lifting. Now I am really pumped (get it? pumped? har-har) to keep up the strength training.
I attend Weight Watchers meetings every week where I get weighed-in.
My weight has been stable over the last few years. I have always fallen within a 2-pound range... until last week. This time, I recorded my highest weight since last October.
I want to believe my weight is higher because of muscle gain, and I do have my body comp results to back that up. But even so. Even though numbers are just numbers, it's not fun to see upward movements on the scale!
I've previously mentioned my goal to run 750 miles in 2015. This translates to 62.5 miles per month. I have stayed perfectly on track every month this year through July.
I really thought I would fall off the wagon in August. The heat and humidity with a side of lagging motivation sure seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Fort2Base helped a lot.
I started thinking, if I can continue logging 72.5 each month for the rest of the year, I can get to 800 total miles for 2015. That would be the highest annual mileage I've ever logged, and by far the most consistent!
The entire month was full of mediocre-to-crappy runs.
Last weekend, I finished off August with an 11-mile long run. It didn't go well. My paces were snail-like and I felt like a slug. And unlike most of my other runs this month, I didn't have the weather, fueling, or other factors to blame this time.
It feels bizarre to log my highest monthly mileage all year but to simultaneously feel so underprepared. Here is hoping it was just one of those days and that correlation does not imply causation (or whatever the statisticians say).
Oxymoronic times all around, eh?