Breakfast: Greek yogurt, 1 tablespoon Fig preserves, ¼ cup
walnuts
Today’s agenda:
Brisk 5 minute warm up walk
Brief stretching routine
Jog 8 minutes/walk 5 minutes/jog 8 minutes
Longer stretching routine
I’m having my usual trouble getting motivated. I don’t want
to run right now. I want to go back to bed. It’s cold and I’m tired and I want
to sleep some more.
There are things to do today. More laundry (lots of towels).
A pile of dishes leftover from cooking lessons. Get my library card. Dear gods,
the library is only open four days a week. They do have downloadable audio and eBooks
though, which of course I can download anytime. That’s nice. I might look into
using the audio books for my longer runs, when I finally have to break a mile.
That’s coming up sooner than I’d like.
Okay. I went and put my running clothes on. They’re a little
stinky; I forgot to put them in the laundry. They got covered by clean clothes
by mistake. I have other clothes I could
wear, but these are actual exercise clothes. When I have a day like this, where
I don’t want to go out AT ALL, NO SIRREE, wearing real exercise clothes helps
me focus. If I just put on some knit pants and a t-shirt…hell, I can go back to
bed in that outfit easy.
Here’s an odd thing. For me. The amount of time I have to
run isn’t bothering me, because this past Saturday I ran three segments of
approximately the same time. I know I can do the time and the effort. Why is
getting started so hard? Why is getting started STILL so damn hard?
So here I am. Still staring at the screen. Still telling
myself I need to get going. Still not doing it. What the hell am I waiting for?
The sun will be up, people will be out. I will not like it.
Post Run:
Well. I hated that.
See, see, SEE what happens when I stall until 8:14 am to
leave the house?
Goddamnit, SOMEBODY SPOKE TO ME. One of my new neighbors on the street (new to me) felt the need to introduce himself and ask me about TheMan and TheDaughter while I was on my warm up walk. Dood. Can you not see my exercise clothes? My coral-means-business running shoes? My chronograph? My effing sunglasses? I’m. Doing. Something. Stop talking to me.
Goddamnit, SOMEBODY SPOKE TO ME. One of my new neighbors on the street (new to me) felt the need to introduce himself and ask me about TheMan and TheDaughter while I was on my warm up walk. Dood. Can you not see my exercise clothes? My coral-means-business running shoes? My chronograph? My effing sunglasses? I’m. Doing. Something. Stop talking to me.
See what happens when you don't follow the rules? picture credit: Ned Flanders belongs to the Fox Network I believe. |
Fortunately I was able to get away quickly and politely.
The sun was pretty high too, but not blazing directly in my
eyes and hey, I remembered my sunglasses.
I ate properly yesterday. I hydrated. I slept. I ate
breakfast this morning. Why did I have
to drag myself through this today? Why did I hate nearly every second of it?
Physically it went fine. Mentally I just wanted to be back home the whole time. During the second run segment I wanted to sit down and cry. Not because it was hard physically for me, just because the effort made me feel like crying. Today I did not feel lean and mean.
Oh well. It’s done. Wednesday will be better I’m sure. Yes?
Right? Yes, Wednesday will be better, damn it.
Wednesday will be better. The fact that you went out and did it and FINISHED when you felt this way speaks volumes towards your awesomeness. I mean that in all seriousness.
ReplyDeleteNow, I just wish you were a bit closer so you could physically kick my ass out the door tomorrow.
Corpus Collsum (& B3): What if both of you talked to each other by phone--as you were prepping to go out and run (especially on the days that (the Bitch in the back) is screaming discouraging tirades to posture her control over you.
ReplyDeleteWhen I wear my sunglasses: I feel protected and almost invisible.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I wear them too...except it didn't work with this neighbor. He obviously hasn't gotten the memo that sunglasses=you can't see me so don't talk to me.
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