It's been 5 days since I've ran. That's the longest I've gone in a while...I'm only running every other day but my run day fell on Friday and since we were out of town it never happened. I really didn't plan for it to either - I didn't take my running shoes. Besides the fact that I'm not sure where I would run, I knew I wouldn't be able to get it in. Nope, I was too busy hanging out and eating. Because, well, that's what my family does. Laugh and eat - that's about it.
Monday was suppose to be my big day back on the treadmill but I accidentally forgot and ate some Cheetos right before I was suppose to run. Isn't that strange? I was putting some things away and I mindlessly started munching on them. I wasn't even really conscience of what I was doing ...I think that was a residual effect from the weekend. I was in eat mode.
So tonight I ran. I didn't get 2 miles, although I feel like I could have if I would have pushed myself. But I still feel really good - I ran strong. So I'm sitting here pumped from the run, trying to cool down. I'm all gross and sweaty and I get that this is completely disgusting but being hot and sweaty makes me feel...well, hot. But in the different kind of way. Pretty gross, huh? I'm sure it's so super attractive too.
I am going to take a chance and track down the hubby and see if I can't convince him to go for a second round of exercise. Because if you do it right, it should count as a workout...
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