I can't truly enjoy my water unless it's cold. Very cold. So, I keep a glass in the fridge. My glass is always frosty and it's the best water ever. It's also a sort of challenge to see how many times I can empty my glass throughout the day.
I read once that when you're going on long runs you should only drink when thirsty. I guess that makes sense. Well, I drink my glass down at least four or more times a day. I do have my "off" days where I get too busy, but I try to make sure I'm plenty hydrated.
Anyway, last night, I went running and I almost stopped at a mile and a half! My legs felt like lead or blocks, or something awful. I dragged myself up to two miles, almost fell off the treadmill, even, then told myself that if I can make it to two then I could do NO LESS than 3.2 (a 5k). The little red numbers flicked up to 3.2 and I figured I should try and push to 3.5. My legs still felt like I had monsters gnawing on them but I couldn't stop because my little red numbers were up to 3.7. So, I polished the evening off with 4.1, 140 abs sets and 70 arm reps. I suppose I should be fair and tell you all that I had been up since 2:45am with two sick children, didn't eat lunch and didn't take a nap. REST and FOOD are important!! uhm, like, duh.
Today I went to the gym and it was like I was a new woman. I did an hour and a half of Zumba and then a 3.6 mile run.
Total miles for the week:
Don't know how to feel about this number. The goal I set for myself is to have logged at least 20 + miles a week. Should I beat myself up? Mmmm, naw, I ran and I ran, and then pushed when I felt like I couldn't even lift my legs.
Here we go silent cheerleaders. Another month is on the horizon. Three cheers for staying committed this whole month!
**The YTD mileage summary: 76 miles, so far, for the month of January**