I am AMAZING!

I don't care if a million people can run farther or faster or longer than me. I kick ass! I ran for twently minutes straight on Saturday. I run about as fast as a baby crawls, but I did it for twenty minutes! That's a first for me. Or at least a first since I was in junior high. And even then I think I was a really bad runner.

Anyway...today I start week six - wish me luck!

Self Destructive and Lazy

I haven't exactly tried to get to the gym this week. I'm in a funk and it's frikkin cold ass outside. So I resolve to get back on the treadmill tomorrow. And I'm starting week 3, and I'm expecting it to hurt!

Week 2: Run 2

Crappy-dappity-doo! That's what I felt like today. I'm not sure if it's my total lack of sleep, the chocolate-marshmallow meltdown from the night before, or the fact that I ran on a completely empty stomach. However you jog it (get it? instead of slice it? ha ha...laugh you fools!), I did not "perform" all that well today.

Both of my feet have started acting up. I'm figuring out what I'm doing to aggravate the situation, but it's not yet repairing the damage, so I'm dreading what might be coming when I get back to the doctor. I didn't even look at my mileage, because I'm pretty sure I only ran 1.5 miles. I didn't finish my cooldown and I didn't run my last 90 second burst.

BUT...tomorrow is another day!