I was all flying high and pleased as punch with myself for making it to five miles last Saturday in my freaking training for this half marathon. And then what, you ask? Nothing! I haven't done anything since. Zilch. Not one measly block.
What the cupcake is that about? I just feel like holing up with my laptop and a jug of Nutella and whiling away the hours. Interspersed with popsicles. And cookies...while Father Time marches steadily on towards the big race day.
I tried to motivate myself by signing up for a free 7-day pass to a gym here, and I could just go there and maybe get inspired by the taut, shiny, hot waxed muscles all around me, but I haven't gone yet. I
feel bloated, lazy and despondant about the whole running thing. The half suddenly seems huge and insurmountable. And I'm annoyed with my all-or-nothing approach. Even my trusty "To Do" list hasn't helped. I write it down, and do everything on my list except the exercise.
Just needed to vent and admit on here that I am flailing around with this. In case anyone wants to issue some orders, commiserate or make suggestions. Or show up wearing their tennis...
Sorry for the whine (hmm. Now if I could only add some cheese...)
1 comment:
nutella is a gift from heaven.
i think it's such an amazing food-stuff that i would be tempted to run 5 miles....if a car loaded with jars of nutella drove slowly in front of me. THAT would be inspiration.
mmmm nutella on toast. why don't i have that right now????
your description of the people at the gym creeps me out a little because it makes me think of this woman at my gym. she is clearly a gym-rat and may at one point in her life have been a body builder. She has the physique of Schwarzenegger. However, she's got to be in her mid 50s. or perhaps late 40s but a very badly aged late 40s. And she's orange. And leathery. And she wears itty bitty short spandex shorts and a sports bra to work out in.
I admire her dedication...I hope she doesn't notice that I stare at her orange leatheriness at the gym. She could easily beat me up.
The most entertaining part of leather-lady is she comes to the gym with this young guy, who must be close to my age. She'll pose in a "muscle stance" and he'll pat her muscles as she flexes. pat pat on the thigh. pat pat on the butt. pat pat on the tummy.
its odd.
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