Today I ran. For 10 minutes. And I wanted to die. It wasn’t actually that my legs couldn’t handle it. No, they were going along at a pace of 12:30 and then 12:45 and I didn’t actually want to slow down. My lungs, however, reacted so vehemently to the movement that I felt as if I had smoked three packs of cigarettes while holding my breath under water. Tricky, right? It didn’t feel good. And now I’m all bummed and disappointed because I am a bum. I’ll get back on it tomorrow. By now, everyone knows that running is not… I’m not done yet.
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Or, more accurately, the day that I forgot. I’ve made it my goal this year to post one blog a day. It wasn’t part of some bloggity thing; it was, however, my attempt to force myself to write. To stick to something. To hone… whatever the hell it is I’m doing here. Yesterday, I ran a 5k. I did that in 42:09 with an average pace of 13:34 per mile. Considering the amount of time I spent wanting to die after not running at all since the marathon, I’d say that was pretty good. When I got home, I took… I’m not done yet.
Today was an unusual Saturday in that I said, “Sayonara, bitches!” to work at a time when I generally do not. By 11:15a, with my OCD tendencies satisfied, I was out the door and heading down to Soldier Field to get my packet for tomorrow’s race. Before I even walked into the expo (a tent), however, I heard the jams of Michael Jackson blaring through. And while I enjoy some MJ from time to time, I knew this wasn’t going to be an expo I stayed and wandered around. I walked up and down four lanes to get to the… I’m not done yet.
There’s still wine and chocolate. Thank God. Will work half a day tomorrow, pick up my stuff for the Hot Chocolate 5k (I think I’ll actually make it to this one!), and then… KICKBOXING! I really am excited. I can’t promise that I’ll be any good at it, considering it’s been missing from my life for a whole three weeks, but… let’s just say it’ll feel good to punch things. Love, peace and happiness to all, everywhere in the land!
And with it, comes the realization that: 1) I don’t have a life. 2) I think I really need to start working out on a regular basis. 3) It pains me to say that. Today I spent 3.5 hours finishing up paperwork at work. While it feels good to have things to scratch off the to-do list, I can’t help but think that days off could be spent more wisely. Like watching things on Netflix. And eating chips. You know? I did some grocery shopping and I’m hoping that it’ll last me until my next paycheck. The goal here is… I’m not done yet.