So I haven’t really been losing any weight yet, which is problematic, on account of a $50 bet I have with a friend, so, I decided to step up my game.

I’ve run 12+ miles this week, which is on pace for the 15+ I’d like to hit. Including 4.2 miles tonight, followed by 5 miles on the stationary bike at the gym. I’m beginning to think that 4+ miles was a little more than necessary. For the record, I haven’t ran that far since the summer of 2002, when I was running 20 miles a week prior to a rugby-related knee injury and subsequent surgery. It did feel good, and I probably could’ve gone further – although I’m sure I will regret both the act and this reflection when I wake up tomorrow.

If I can get back to 20+ miles a week, I’ve got a shot at being the biggest loser. The only thing that scares me about my competition, is that he was a wrestler in high-school; if he thinks he might lose, he’ll probably do some crazy wrestler shit, like work out wearing full sweats, and sleep in a garbage bag just to cut a few extra pounds.