A recent trip to the doctors led to an interesting revelation, and a reevaluation…
I spent the first two decades of my life skinny to the point of my ribs poking through my skin (hence the nickname Skinny Tin Ribs in primary school), No matter how much I ate (and it was a LOT), I couldn’t seem to put on weight. It didn’t matter that I was chugging sugary sweets and pies and lazing around all day – I was still a four stone weakling around the age of ten. My teen years I shot up a few feet, but I was still a skinny oik, just with a boy band jaw bone.
Eventually I got a job in IT. A lot of sitting down BUT enough lugging stuff around and office moves that I didn’t get too big.
Then I discovered beer when I moved to my current job (CAD Monkey). A late bloomer I wasn’t really fussed about alcohol until the age of around twenty-two. My first outing to the pub for a liquid lunch with my work mates left me beyond tipsy after just two pints. It all went a bit boobs north from there.
…back to the docs. Because I’d just moved house and registered at a new surgery they wanted to weigh and measure me. I don’t usually go in for the whole scales thing because it doesn’t accurately reflect health or happiness.
But the result was a little upsetting – 106.4 kg (just shy of 17 stone).
After a lifetime of being a bag of bones (not healthy either, I know), snacking on pies and pot noodles and chocolate bars as long as your leg the larger side of life seems to have finally caught up with me,
A couple of years ago I took up the Chapman mantle (a little later than the rest of the clan) of climbing, hiking, caving, mountain climbing, gorging, etc. and I got leg muscles you could bounce a penny off, BUT I kept eating the pies so I didn’t really lose too much weight.
So this time, I’m going to be accountable for my actions – I’m admitting to the WORLD (or the fourteen people who read my blog) that I’m unfit, unhealthy, and desperate to build myself into a better person.
The first plan of action is to get back to walking – nothing better than a 20k walk somewhere in the middle of nowhere with only sheep and slate for company – something I gave up after a change of other related hobbies.
So my initial idea is to set a distance – a goal I can see on the horizon and chip away at until it gets close enough to smell. My goal from fat boy to manly peak will be helped by a race from Fat Boy to Manly Peak!
Completing the the distance from Fat Boy Tank (AZ) to Manly Peak (CA) gives a pretty decent mileage of 600 km (372.823 miles) [as-the-crow-flies, and calcs based on spherical earth]. At some point in the near future I’ll add a workout routine to this, but first I need to figure out what, how, where, and whyyyy, and also as good as a name for it as my distance challenge [details coming soon].
Just the facts, ma’am:
Distance: 600 km
Initial bearing: 287° 14′ 57″
Final bearing: 283° 34′ 36″
Midpoint: 35° 14′ 20″ N, 113° 54’ 24″ W
Fat Boy Tank (start): Elev. 2105 m, Coconino County, Arizona, 34 28 45N, 110 45 05W, 34.47916, -110.75151, http://www.geonames.org/5294498/fat-boy-tank.html
Amigo Road (midpoint): Elev. 2133 m, Inyo County, California, 35 14 20 N, 113 54 24W, 35.238889, -113.906667
Manly Peak (finish): Elev. 2133 m, Inyo County, California, 35 54 54N, 117 07 05W, 35.91495, -117.11811, http://www.geonames.org/5370124/manly-peak.html