The last time I wrote about my exercise, a few days ago, I had to give myself a pep talk and remind myself that working out five times a week instead of six was just fine.
Well, here’s the update: It’s now Sunday, the start of a new week, so I can look back at the week that just ended and say, quite definitively, that I did not work out five times last week.
I worked out four times.
And skipping that one additional workout this past week makes me feel like I’m off my game and that I should stop working out altogether for a while. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. Getting that fourth workout in was a struggle, too. But I did it, and I’m not even sure how.
Yesterday, my to-do list was pretty short and sweet, and a lot of it involved catching up on all the quality (and not-so-quality) TV that I missed during the week. I needed to exercise, but I put it off and put it off and put it off some more. I couldn’t rally for the gym for the life of me. My gym closes at 7 on Saturdays, and as I watched, from the comfort of my couch, the clock switch from 6:59 to 7:00 to 7:01, a ball started forming in my stomach.
The thought of having only worked out three times during the week made me feel queasy. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to get of the couch and do something about it.
At 8pm, I decided I should go for a run. I changed clothes and when I sat back on the couch to put on my shoes, I didn’t get up for another half-hour. Finally, at 8:30, I started walking a few blocks to warm up.
Once I started running, I felt a lot better. Thank God. I decided to NEVER look at the clock – my goal was just to run as long as I could. I also gave myself a little project. Lately, while running, I’ve been using the GPS and my RunKeeper app on my phone to draw things in open fields and parking lots. So far I’ve drawn a star and spelled my name. This time, I decided to spell out the entire name of this blog. Thankfully, my local Macy’s is surrounded by big parking lots that were all virtually empty, as I was running after the store had closed.
My “Keep” looks pretty good – it’s in cursive:
The “It” looks atrocious. I tried to do both capital letters, but this is how it turned out:
I redeemed myself a little bit with the “Up” (and I crossed the 3 mile mark mid-U):
And the “David” started off OK (although my ‘A’ looks more like an ‘R’), but I misjudged the space in the parking lot and had to cram in the final three letters, and there’s an ‘I’ in there, even though it doesn’t look like it.
Altogether, I went 5.3 miles in 56 minutes:
Keep it up, David!