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:
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.