Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more...

I realized that I've packed a lot of weight on since January. What happened in January? I stopped teaching.

Now that may seem a minor thing, but I did a (literal) back of the envelope calculation involving my teaching style. You see, I pace when I teach. Back and forth, back and forth. Its annoying, but it makes me a hard target for sharp-shooters. Anyway, if I averaged say, two miles an hour (that's slow for my regular pace--long legs you know) I've calculated that I was walking about 18 miles a week just teaching. (!)

Just for fun, I ran the numbers against my lecturing career (no recitations, no labs) here at UNL. Accounting for the variable number of sections I had and the summer sessions I taught, it came out to about 4300 miles over my career. That's a Journey from Chicago to Houston and back. Twice.

Forrest Gump ain't got nothing on me.

Now I'm in the gawd awful gym huffing and puffing to go 1/2 a mile on the stupid treadmill.


Blogger Zathras said...

You also had that surrogate pregnancy thing going on. I've heard that it is common for prospective dads to gain weight when their significant other is pregnant.

5:28 PM  
Blogger Carl said...

Yeah, I thought about that too. There were many nights were Karin would say "Icecream, I'll buy if you fly..."


Give not into temptation.

Now I'm paying for it.

4:24 AM  

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