You know what's better than running 5.2 miles? Running those miles when you don't think you can. Yesterday was a doozy for me. A real doozy. I had a headache, I was starving and tired, my little girl pottied on herself, twice, accidentally flung her turkey sandwich across the room messing up the floor I had painstakingly washed on my hands and knees, my son had a "moment" in the library causing me much anxiety, the laundry I had been trying to fold for TWO days was still sitting on my couch...the day was just pretty much rotten. When 4 o'clock rolled around, thoughts of going to the gym frustrated me, but I went. Only to find out that my favorite class had been canceled, third week in a row, and the lady had quit!
Fine. Whatever, I determined to run a little over 3 miles and just get it all over with. Hopped on the 'mill and started running. Surprisingly, I felt "ok". My legs weren't dragging, my stomach kept growling, but I was feeling relatively strong. I had my bright, neon green shirt on, and it made me happier.
3.2 came around and for some reason I was feeling my oats, I pushed passed. I figured 4 would be good enough, but I passed that, too. Then, the lady who wears cologne, yes cologne, stepped on next to me and I couldn't finish fast enough. Finally, I just all out ran and made it to 5.2 and couldn't figure out how I got there or why I felt so good.
Last week I totaled out at:
(give or take. I might have missed counting a day)
They say working out does wonders for bad moods. It really does. I turned into chatty Cathy and poor D just smiled and fell asleep while I was talking. It's ok. I loved my 5 mile run.
Silent cheerleaders, where are you all at with your exercise goals? Do you hit "walls", too? How do you get passed them?