Tonight I'm supposed to do Week 2, Day 2 of the Couch-to-5K program. And I'll do it. For sure.
I just don't wanna.
I've been dreading this run today. And one thing I do extremely well (along with sit at the computer) is procrastinate.
I see my mother daily, so what did I do just now? I talked with her on the phone. For forty-five minutes.
I've been catching up on everyone else's blogs, even though hardly anyone has any updates.
And I've been reading message board posts about C25K stuff. Because reading about it? Beats DOING it at the moment.
Okay, posting this, then I'm going to hit the treadmill. After I make the Gum Zombie's Easy Mac. And I need to scoop the litter boxes. And the toilets need scrubbing...
After some intense Facebooking and Twittering (I managed to procrastinate myself out of cleaning the bathrooms), I got on the treadmill and did W2D2. I don't think I saw any improvement over W2D1 with the exception that I knew I could make it all six intervals this time. Okay, that's a plus. But this is what's staring me in the face next week:
Do you SEE that? I mean, the first interval is fine. 90 seconds. I've got that. But Interval 2 is THREE MINUTES STRAIGHT. And so is Interval 4.
I am clearly insane. Now I have to post this sucker and start on my weights.
Yep, I've lost it.
March 27th, 2017 Most Things
7 hours ago