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Thoughts on fitness, health, good nutrition ... and running.


Welcome to Bald Man Running, a blog launched by Frank Murphy on January 1, 2015.

Many of the blog entries on this website predate 1/1/2015. Prior to BMR, I had written articles for various projects, and I have imported many of them into this blog (labeled "retro"). I will continue to add articles as I find them, polish them up and import them.

In March, 2013 I was selected as a contestant for the sixth season of Fort Wayne's Smallest Winner. Through this amazing program, I learned about good nutrition, sound exercise and accountability. By October, I would lose over 88 pounds (almost 37% of my original weight)! One of the many things I acquired through FWSW was a love for running. You can retrace my weight loss journey and discover how I became a runner by reading those entries labeled "fwsw" ...

Friday, June 14, 2013

It's all good.

I've been working on my 21 mile run challenge. My evening run was one weird thing after another ...

First, I let my wife wear my heart rate monitor to a social dance. We're thinking of buying one for her, but thought she should try one out first to see how she liked it. She did fine ... but that meant I had to run without my HRM. I started my running feeling like Ben Tennyson (Ben 10 reference) without his Omnimatrix. I know my HRM won't allow me to turn into an alien superhero ... at least I'm pretty sure it won't. I'll reread the manual just to make sure there's not a setting I've missed, because it would suck to have an alien superhero device on my wrist and not even realize it.

Second, I bought a new belt that holds water bottles while you run. It sounds great, right? Going with the superhero theme, I felt like Batman with a cool utility belt. There was a slight problem ... the water bottles felt out of their little pouches about two dozen times. Did anyone actually test that product before shipping it? That was frustrating ...

Third, I was using my phone with runtastic to track my time and path. The battery died halfway through the run.

Fourth, as I running through the neighborhood, I neared a man with a little girl in a stroller that was walking in the opposite direction. As we passed each other, the little girl pointed at me and loudly said, "but she's not a girl." Apparently, she objected to my pink shirt.

Fifth, there's the nipple damage. I've heard that runners can get little blisters on their nipples from running, but I thought that was a myth. My nipples know now know the truth. Do they make an ointment named "nipsosporin" for this sort of condition, or are you just supposed to use the regular stuff?

So, this was not my best run ... but I didn't stop. Three months ago, any one of those little things could have pushed me into a "this is stupid" mindset and I would have quit and/or got mad. But that's the old me and the new me chose to get in shape rather than get bent out of shape. It's all good.

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