truths

the truth is, last night i didn't lift or run. i decided to lay down (or is it lie down?) and rest for a little bit. several hours later i woke up; all the lights were on, tv blaring, you know the deal. i went back to bed. see i suck, i can't even do week 1. man i suck sometimes. during the day i feel like a million bucks---energy energy energy. oozing out of my pores. then i get home and presto-chango i feel like....hmmmm lets say...fifty cents.

tonight the same thing happened. i will not give up though. there will be many setbacks (but hopefully not too many). i forced myself to snap out of it and did a nice chest workout and then ran for 3.5 miles. i am looking forward to running outside, the treadmill is really getting old. the run went ok-- it took me 38 minutes. i wasn't concerned with speed; didn't want to get too tired or anything. lets hope that over time even these short runs will get easier. honestly they still feel like they are taking too much effort.

tomorrow is supposed to be an off day but because i sucked yesterday i may try to squeeze in another 3 miler before my Big Huge Long Scary Run on saturday.