I’m training for an 8k (just slightly less than 5 miles) on November 12th. This alone does not make me crazy. What makes me crazy, by my standards, is that I’m running twice a day on ‘run’ days (4 days a week). Yep. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Booyah.
Not really booyah – I’m freaking exhausted. Granted it’s just week one and my total is only 8 miles right now (give or take a tenth of a mile here and there…) but man, I’m pooped. I could barely muster the energy to whip up a PB&J. I’ve been fighting a Chick Fil A urge for a couple days now and doing pretty good by not giving in, but I don’t forsee lasting much longer. Good thing I used up all my oomph on the runs, otherwise I’d have had 8 delicious nuggets with a side of waffle fries. And the sweet tea. Good lord I’m making it hard on myself.
So anyway, I forgot to mention that I hate running. I don’t get people who love to run. I’m glad they love it, but I do not see the joy in huffing and puffing, dripping sweat and achy feet. My back hurts, my abs are sore (both of which are probably signs that my muscles are sort of coming back…but whatever…I don’t like it) but unfortunately, I think this crap is actually good for me. Which really sucks. So now I’m just looking for an excuse, but my body isn’t complying with that wish either. So I’ll run.
But seriously. I’m getting Chick Fil A soon.