Saturday, January 23, 2010

The sun! I've missed you!

The problem I have with training programs or rigid exercise routines is that you really need to do them regularly. And I am not good at that. Case in point...I finally got a chance to get to Day 2 of Week 1 of the Couch to 5K this morning. Five days later. Terrible.

But while I was out on the first gorgeous day all week, I realized how good I am at excuses, cause this program really isn't bad. Yeah, the running parts tend to come too soon, but the walking sections always come at just the right time. But even still..the excuses are amazing. I love the crap my brain comes up with...even during my jog:

Why do I try and work out in the mornings? My legs aren't awake yet. And it's cold, my teeth hurt in the cold. At least I wore a hat so my ears aren't cold...but now my head's hot...why did I wear this shirt? I couldn't just wear my own stupid I look like a bag lady. Bad enough I jog like an old man, now I look homeless. Awesome. And now I'm sweaty. Damn come everything hurts? My toe hip that a headache? I wonder why my knee doesn't hurt...I'm thirsty. Hmmm, I'm by K's house...she's out of town, but I know how to break in...she wouldn't care...but I should at least have a better excuse than wanting I need to pee? Damnit, no. Sigh... I'll make it.

Wah, wah, wah. Ridiculous.

Luckily, when I got home, I had a Christmas present waiting from the Parallel. (She, like me, has her own holiday schedule.) And it was fantastic. Olives and cute olive picks, which I may have actually informed her she was going to buy me not really thinking she would (darlin', you win!) And not only that-she totally made my dream of a ridiculously girly ice scraper come true.(Sadly, I'm not being sarcastic.) Best.thing.ever.

And now, since I've cleaned the kitchen and did my grocery store run, my jogged-out body and olive-filled tummy are going to spend the rest of the husbandless day catching up on tivo. It's a rough life, kids. Especially when my dinner is going to consist of campechana, chips and tequila. I'll try and survive.

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