I heart … my heart?

Yes, you read the title correctly.  Just play along, will you?

Yesterday, I went to In the Zone Fitness for assessments of my resting and exercising metabolic rates.  Steph Walbridge taught me a boatload of stuff about my body and metabolism.  For example, I learned that my body is completely inefficient about how it goes about burning fuel.  My body has been burning 79% carbohydrates and only 21% fat.  For someone who wants to burn fat, that’s bad.  For someone who wants to sustain long-distance running, that’s also bad.  I learned that I’ve been overtraining, and I learned that I’ve been racing a schedule akin to one that might be arranged by an Olympic-level athlete.

Dear Folks Who Have Already Told Me I’m Overtraining,

Shut it.  I mean that in the best possible way.

Sincerely,

Darrell

The news wasn’t all bad, though.  My VO2 max (maximum oxygen consumption) is 47.7, better than average for my age.  Also, it would seem that my heart is the little organ that could.  I’m apparently equipped with a very low heartbeat.  When Steph maxed me out and dropped me into a completely anaerobic state, I was running at an 8:34/mile pace on a 6% incline … with a heart rate of 129.  My resting heart rate checked out at 47.  Apparently, my heart is rather strong, leaving me to wonder why no one has fallen in love with it.

Darrell:  Ummm … Darrell, I think you’re drifting off target.

Darrell:  Oh … yes, I suppose I am.  Good catch.  It was a fair question, though, don’t you think?

Darrell:  No.  Finish this blog entry so we can go run.

Darrell:  Fine.

Regardless, my heart kicks tail; for that, heart, I heart you.