I should run today. I know I should run today. I mean, this ten days is about seeing what I can accompish if I truly commit to it….can I plow through the 150’s if I am REALLY careful and do all the right things. This is about doing what it takes to get into the 140’s. I realize that 10 days is not going to do that, but it is a start. But yet…
The laundry is piling up. And wouldn’t it be nice to have a clean house so that I can just relax this weekend. And the dishwasher needs unloaded. But you know what, I have sat here for over thirty minutes telling myself about ALL the things I WOULD do if I didn’t run. I could have run in this amount of time. The fact is, I don’t want to run and I am trying to come up with any excuse in the book to avoid going. Rain? Come on, rain please. Please, rain?! How ’bout a solar eclipse? Where are the solar eclipses when you need them? And the drains, seriously. They need cleaned out. I would rather pick big slimey hunks of hair out of the drain than run right now.
I am going to go stinking run now. :roll: And I am back now and that was totally, utterly craptastic. I told myself I was not going to look at my lap counter until I felt like it should be in the double digits. So finally, I glanced down at it and it was 8. At that point, I was friggin ticked off and just started walking. I didn’t want to be there in the first place. I need to seriously reconsider how often I run. I am thinking it is going to get to be like a chore if I keep going every day. I was MUCH happier when I was running every other day. Much.
Breakfast was normal. Lunch will be, too. Fruit of the day probably a kiwi. Dinner was Spicy Chicken Cakes with horseradish aioli and some salad with mandarin oranges, strawberries, dried cranberries, and candied pecans with balsamic vinaigrette (similar to the chicken salad from O’Charley’s but without the chicken and blue cheese). Had some steamed carrots, too. And about 2T sunflower seeds.
This is going to get way too long today, but something I heard on the radio today…argh! The DJ was doing entertainment news. Said that David Spade and his wife are expecting a baby. Then he proceeds to say that David Spade’s wife was a playboy bunny and questioned “how did THAT happen?”. So what are we saying here? That having big —- and being willing to show them in a magazine somehow makes her SUPERIOR to an intelligent and creative man who has had a successful long term career in tv and movies? 
Good on you for going despite all the excuses. I do the exact same thing almost every time I work out.
