a change in plans

Those of you who know me well know that I'm not the best at folowing a schedule. I am, however, fairly good at winging it.  Today, these things happened:

  • I woke up at 7am, instead of 5:30 am, suddenly changing my morning run into an evening run
  • Someone brought muffin tops and scones into the office
  • The battery on my Nike+ wristband was inexplicably dead
  • I stopped taking Sudafed and suffered immediate withdrawals
  • I started to think tomorrow would be a really great day to start my training...

To give you a visual aid, today looked like this:

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That is what Jill B. calls my picture face.

Never fear, dear readers.  Despite appearances, I dodged these obstacles with both grace and agility.  (Two things that were entirely lacking in my 3-mile run).  So, I didn't run outside.  I ran on a treadmill at the gym.  Because if I didn't have a wristband to tell me how far I'd gone, how would I know when to stop?  And I can assure you, I had no intention of running one step over 3 miles.  Additionally, I ran at an agonizingly slow pace on the treadmill.  I felt as if the man next to me on the stair climber was passing me.  But I ran 3 miles.  And then I lifted some weights.  Cause that's just how I roll.

I'm still slightly depressed about the fact I can't upload this run to Nike+.  It's almost as if it doesn't count...

But the point is, I started.  And the big win of the day: I didn't eat a single muffin top or scone.

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