Well, okay, since NYC last November I’ve realized that I’ve let myself go a bit.  Not just in mileage, but in weight.  I was recently discussing this with Thon, who had a similar lament.  We realized that we had something in common; we were both about the same height, both had similar goal weights (160-162) and both had too much of a love of queso and cervesa.

So we ended up — after some Mexican food, of course — retreating to my house for a weigh-off.  And it was, well, disappointing to say the least.  Now, admittedly this was at the end of the day, but still.  One of us was 177.5, the other 180.  Ouch!  Where did that come from?  I’ve put on about five pounds in the last month, since I started ramping up my exercise; obviously I’m eating more than I need to as compensation.

So here’s the deal.  We’re both aiming to run the White Rock marathon on December 10th.  We’d both like to be lighter by then.  So we’re going to have a final weigh-in on 12/7.  The goal is to get down to 160.  First one there, wins.  In the not so unlikely event that neither of us make it that far, the lowest weight takes the cake (so to speak).  And the loser… well, we don’t actually have a forefit set up yet.  But we’ve asked some cruel friends for advice and, hey, if anyone out there has an idea, toss it into the comments.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some ice-cream to hide.

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