It wouldn’t be running to fit without changing plans.
That race yesterday? It didn’t happen. I’ve decided that some people are just lame (you know who you are) and I didn’t really feel like driving 45 minutes to run a 2k race without anyone to hang out with.
I went out to a little place called East Side Pizza with Jessica and some friends. Jes and I shared a white pizza with broccoli. The slices were about the size of my face. I had two & then one for lunch today.
Up & running:
This morning my dad and I ran trails.
5.7 miles in about an hour.
My brain for the end of the run sounded like this:
Cantaloupe. Cantaloupe. Cantaloupe.
Motivation comes from the strangest places sometimes.
- Ate cantaloupe. Surprise surprise!
- Drank lots & lots of water.
- Walked right into the pool in my workout gear (minus the Garmin, Socks & Saucony’s)
- Got into bed to watch America’s Next Top Model via Youtube & fell asleep for a couple hours
My entire body felt like passing out when I woke up. I’m not sure if it’s from the run or lack of sleep or what.
Rather than devouring the second one, I stored it and ate a slice of pizza instead.
Plans for the day:
Showering & work. That’s about it.
Quote of the post:
“Run like hell and get the agony over with.”
– Clarence DeMar
Was I thinking that during this morning’s run?
Oh yes, I was. [At least up until the “cantaloupe” part.]