Don’t get excited. It was really really a little runnin’.
I ran 3.11 miles and it took me 33 minutes on the treadmill. It was midnight, in my defense. I was pretty tired. But I had to stop a few times because I was watching Parenthood on the Chromebook (a handy little device) and Amazon kept freezing.
I did eventually finish…I tacked on the .11 at the end so I could justify the few times I stopped. Oh man it felt so good. My sad/crying/depressed/frustrated self is immediately better once that happens.
I just have to remind myself that no matter how exhausted I am…I have to force myself to do it.
It is hard. Not gonna lie. I was yawning as I got on the machine. I picked up pretty quick though and it was worth it.
Consistency is the key Baby. I have this
dumb awesome training plan and I need to try and follow it.
Also…I’ve signed up for a freaking lot of races! LOL. I am a complete addict. I love the experience. I don’t want the medal, I don’t want the t shirt, I just want the course and I can’t run it unless they’ve paid someone to block it off for me. So there you go.
Now I’m headed to bed but I leave you with this…
Run on Friends. And maybe find yourselves while you’re out there.