Alright... I have come to some great realizations in my 25 years on this planet but recently the clarity, or rather, sweat induced low blood-sugar coma's have given me some piece of mind to think about the past few years.
So memorial day weekend I didn't run at all. I ate a ridiculous amount of food and acted like a total bum.
My mom, Joey and I did walk so we had some exercise but not as much as I would have liked. I am finding it difficult to get out on the weekends for the long runs that I should be doing.
I don't want to take Joey with me because his stroller is super damn heavy and a bi!$h to push up and down hills.
Since Joey is away for the weekend I am going to attempt to run a loop around my neighborhood that calculates out to (4.9 miles to be exact) but I will cheat and tell people 5 miles.
Not sure how well (fast) I will do, but that doesn't matter to me right now. I just want to say I got my butt out of bed and ran 5 miles on a Saturday morning.... that will be a feat in it self.
I will be sure to tell my mom to give me a little over an hour then to bring the car around the loop and look for me. I may be sprawled across one of the dirt, back roads we live on.
Wish me luck.
Anyone hate the scales at the gym? The one out our gym is right in the middle of the hallway.... awesome.
the old one in the locker room is 5 lbs off and so I choose to use that one, (A) because it makes me feel great about myself and (B) because I can weigh myself without an audience.
All I am really looking forward to tomorrow morning is sleeping in past 7am on a Saturday and drinking a cup of coffee in the morning with out having to chase around a child.... damn it will be nice to enjoy the sunny morning without having to clean up poop or deal with tantrums.
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