I was on a mini-streak clear up until Thursday last week. I had gotten out to run on each scheduled day and gotten my mileage in. And then Thursday came along and we started our quest to add another puppers to the family and I allowed myself.. chose.. decided.. to not get my run in on Thursday or Saturday, and did not make it to the gym on Friday. I also bagged Monday's gym visit, claiming to be too tired. Yep, that's right, I was too tired from doing nothing.
Apparently change, even GOOD change, can set me off-kilter and for some reason my brain takes this as a signal to turn into a she-slug for multiple days.
So.. to rectify the situation, I ran 2 miles with Coach Nicole last night.
See, we've had a few days of colder temps and rain, and last night we were suppose to receive several inches of snow. I knew I needed to run - it was imperative, I MUST RUN! But I was feeling whiny and didn't want to go out in the cold and the wet, so I cut myself a deal - use the treadmill and you can go only 2 miles.
I headed downstairs.. what? Yes, I have a treadmill in the basement. I know, you're right. Absolutely right! There's NO excuse not to get my runs done. I know.
So I got downstairs and decided to pop in a DVD to watch while I'm running. It's been far too long since I've been down there, so I checked to see what DVD was in the player. It's Coach Nicole's Fit Firm and Fired Up. Awesome! I still need to find her new DVD at Target soon. Maybe this weekend.
I set the DVD to play all the workouts, turned on the giant oscillating fan, and climbed on the treadmill. So while Coach Nicole was her sunny shiny self leading Sparkers everywhere through awesome workouts, I was running away on the treadmill with music playing on my headphones. I said I wanted to watch a DVD, not listen to one.
2.2 miles and 30 minutes later, I opted to stop. It's been a while since I've been on the treadmill, but it went alright. I used to walk at 3.5 mph and run at 4.0 Last night I walked at 4.0 and ran at 5.0. I appreciate improvement.
Tonight, the gym. No really, I mean it! While I was running last night, Eunice was bouncing around uncontrollably and it made me feel sort of nauseous. Not from the motion, but from the fact that Eunice not only still exists but is so much bigger than she used to be. Sigh. So, ST tonight, with core work to see if I can't whittle my middle back down to what it was, and what it can potentially be. One day at a time, right?