After PT this morning I came home and started having internal dialogue on the couch. Should I go on a run? I really don't feel like doing anything. I've waited for this moment for over a week, to be all by myself with "nothing" to do. I really should go. I haven't worked out in 5 days. Yeah but I was sick for 3 of those days so those don't count. Wait, what? 5 days!!! OMG I really need to go, but I've got so many more important things to do.
Ok I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh, do you have to be so rude self?
I took some pre-run photos to further delay any real form of exercise.
The significance of this picture is not the serious face, the non existent biceps or the awesome Marika sports bra (black underneath). Oh no, the significance is that when I put my Cannon on self portrait, continuous for 10 shots I threw my arms up in the air like this without even thinking about it! This is major progress people! MAJOR! I did a little celebratory dance. Feel free to pause for a moment and do a little jig yourself.
Oh the run. Yes I did finally go telling myself to just go out and do 3 miles and not worry about pace and all that jazz.
Mile 1: 11:24
Mile 2: 11:23
Mile 3: 10:46
As usual, I didn't look at my garmin until I heard that first mile "ding". I have a minor confession. I thought I was running really fast! When my garmin buzzed denoting my first mile was complete I really thought I was going to see 10:30 or better. I was so disheartened when I saw 11:24. I really couldn't believe it. I had more internal dialogue. My garmin is broken? Really? How could it be broken? Ok it's not broken, you're just moving a little slower than you thought. NOOOO it must be broken. Damn it that thing is practically new! Susan, let's think logically it is NOT borken. Damn damn damn I'm running an 11:24 mile. I decided I could laugh or cry. I laughed! I took the pressure off myself, which shouldn't have been there in the first place, and I continued on. I'm really glad that I went because after 33 minutes and 35 seconds I no longer had to struggle with myself about whether or not I should or shouldn't go. I went, it was over and it felt good (as always).
I wanted to make a pumpkin cheesecake tonight but when I laid out all my ingredients I realized I didn't have a springform pan. Bummer. I don't know what I thought I would use to bake it. The pan was just a minor detail I didn't bother with until, well until it's time to make cheesecake and I went to get my pan. Thankfully I hadn't mixed anything yet, as I was still just setting out my ingredients.
I hope mine turns out as pretty but let's not get our hopes up K?
P.S. Jack had his shoes on the wrong feet all day today
and this wasn't the first time... Remember?
Dear Self: You rock, even if you do put your kid's shoes on the wrong feet. Buy a springform pan tomorrow! Love ya! Me