This week I really have to stay on track in order to run my 10k. Again, like I said in my last post, it got moved up a week.
Today was grueling! I sat at my desk and stressed over how much I needed to run. Running has started to consume my life! I think that is funny, because I always roll my eyes when I talk to those kinds of people.... you know who you are! Anyway, I am sitting at my desk, picturing my flailing body on the treadmill- I think of the chocolate eating cartoon character, Cathy, with the beads of sweat literally springing from her forehead. Man, I really was dreading this run. The clock loomed closer to five and thus closer to my work out. I had already decided today I was going to rum three miles. My pulse quickened. Ugh. I even worked past five, so I would delay it.
I wasn't able to postpone anymore... with out it looking fishy. I mean, why would the receptionist need to work SO late? I walked like a sad puppy up the stairs to the locker room, literally dragging my feet. My mom would have been annoyed... "pick up your feet."
I changed and went into the gym. I stretched- lots of stretching... I didn't want to pull a muscle... right? OK, I stretched longer than usual.
Finally, I looked that treadmill in the buttons and said "It's either you or me." That's right I gave it an ultimatum! Knowing how competitive I can be, you can only guess what happened. That's right I ran 3.25 miles in 45 minutes! I was so proud... I could even hear "Eye of the Tiger" playing in my head. I got off the treaded beast and pounded my fist in the air, did some awesome air-kicks, and then a flip... alright, I did none of that. However, I am very proud!