1,200 Mile Update

Another month, another mileage update.  I'll save you all the charts and graphs and crap.  Firstly, I'm sure you don't give a shit, but more importantly, I'm feeling too lazy to produce said charts and graphs and crap.  

Mileage wise, I had my best month ever.  Nine of my workouts were on the stationary bike, and I generally clock about 22 miles each time I use it.  That certainly help up the number of miles this month.  It also killed my legs, but I think that's the point.  Another thing that helped was my persistence.  I missed just four days at the gym in June.  However, one of those days, I made two separate visits, which, in retrospect, was fucking stupid.  I was so sore by the end of the second visit that all I wanted to do was go lay down.

My original goal of 1,200 miles was smashed at the beginning of June.  My new goal is my home away from home, which would be my friend Freddy's house in Austin, Texas.  According to Google Maps, doorstep to doorstep is 1,844 miles.  As of the end of June, I'm about 325 miles away.  Tonight I did just over 22 miles on the bike, so I'm really just over 300 miles from my next goal.  I'd like to think I can smash this next goal by the end of the month, but I keep promising myself I'm going to take it a little bit easier this month with working out.  I also made that promise last month and look how that worked out.  

Part of the excessive gym use in June was my diet.  I've been overdoing it with what I've been eating.  It's not so much what I'm eating for my meals, but it's all the in between snacking.  When I'm at home, I'm fine, but lately, work has been driving me to eat, mostly out of boredom, but sometimes out of frustration.  And at work, I'm chowing down on candy.  Crap candy.  Which makes me pissed at myself, which forces me out to the gym.  July needs to be different.