“I’m not going”

So I have a good news story and a failure story to talk about today.  Both are running stories.

My schedule has been so out of whack and I still haven’t caught up with my regularly scheduled training days.  Which is OK!  As long as I keep running, I’m ok with being a bit off schedule.  It’s nothing a little rearranging can’t handle.

So lets talk about the good news story.  Saturday evening I found some motivation and decided to go for a run and catch up.  I was still feeling the “high” from my 3 minute runs I did (successfully) on Wednesday so I was in a go-getter mindset! 

On the schedule was 2min run/ 2min walk x6.  I lowered my pace to 4.7 again even though it was a shorter run.  My legs from the knees down felt like lead so instead of giving up, I made some adjustments to make the run more comfortable.  I ran a total of 3.35km and felt pretty good afterwards!

 

My plan was to do my next run on Sunday so that I could be all caught up and start week 4 on time.  Dave had other plans for us on Sunday, however.  Instead, we went on a road trip to the butt f*ck middle of nowhere so that he could trade one of his guitars for a bass.  The road trip was SO MUCH FUN and there are so many stories I may save for another blog post, but the moral of this story is that I didn’t get a chance to go running.  Not a problem, I’ll just stay off schedule a little.  Lex is cool with this!  Zen even!

So that brings us to Monday night.  I was in a pretty cranky mood (PMS??).  There were complaints about me wanting to go on vacation, complaints about my cake business, complaints about this, that and the next thing.  In a nutshell – THIS chick was super moody.  I did NOT feel like running.  Thankfully I have Dave to push me in my time of need!  As adamant as I was against running, he pretty much talked me into going…. but not easily.

I found every excuse in the book to get out of my running:

- I wanted him to run with me (he couldn't because of some errands he had to run)

- I couldn’t find my heart rate monitor (which was located in the spot that no one looks – the last place you put it!)

- I couldn’t find my sneakers (I wore flipflops for the road trip but brought my runners “just in case” because of the rain & snow we were getting, but left them in the car overnight)

At every one of those excuses I told Dave, “I’m not going.”  When I found my HRM, I still said, “I’m not going.”  As I tied my sneakers which I found in my car I exclaimed, “I’m not going.”

As I walked out the door, I harassed him and said, “I’m not going.”

But of course, each time I said, “I’m not going,” deep down I still had every intention to go… just very little motivation.

I walked out into the hallway, into the elevator, got down to the main floor and there I saw it.

The gym light was on.

This is where I legitimately said, “I’m not going.”

Our gym is teeny tiny.  It’s just a small apartment gym with one treadmill, one bicycle, one elliptical and a few weights.  I do not feel comfortable going to that gym by myself.  I am very claustrophobic and I didn’t feel comfortable walking into that room when someone else was there.  The light was on and I heard the treadmill going, so someone was definitely in there.

So there you have it.  All the signs pointed to it – I wasn’t going.

But…..  tomorrow – I will be making it up! 

Here’s my new, adjusted schedule (again!)

I am such a bad example!  Shame on me! 

Do not take notes from this girl!