I'm still waiting for the day I wake up and go "Holy shit, I want to RUN." Books, and the internet, and my husband all tell me this will eventually happen. Either they're all liars or I'm a mutant incapable of that reaction. At best, I think "Oh yeah, I need to run. I am okay with this." At worst, on days like today, my thoughts go "Oh dear God I don't want to run. I hate running. Why did I make a blog about this? Maybe I should just lie about it, and eat my weight in Hostess cupcakes." But, dear readers, I did not give in to those base urges. I hauled myself out there and ran my mile.
Once I was out the front door and moving, it actually felt pretty good today. Clearly last night's sweet and sour chicken with fried rice is the optimum fuel for athletic activity...the skeezy Chinese at the Red House will be thrilled to know, I'm sure. I'm all about this cooking healthy thing, don't get me wrong, but we just don't have the energy to do it every single night, and sometimes you just have to give in. I can't handle almond butter and greens all day every day.
Anyway, tonight we'll be having guests, so we're just going to have some easy pasta with store bought sauce. It's a gorgeous day, so in the meanwhile, I plan to spend as much of it outside as possible. I'm exceedingly thankful this winter is so mild, because this would be much more difficult to talk myself into were the weather as miserable as it was last year. Running in shorts and a t-shirt in under a bright blue sky, enjoying the breeze and 60-degree weather is doable for me. Running every day in thermals, fleeces, and cold weather-gear, with the sky steel-gray and threatening, and my nose entirely numb is just not something I am capable of. I'm pretty sure that sentence was not grammatically sound, but I don't care enough to rewrite it.
Off to the store for a couple of itmes...time to finally get that stability ball. No for real this time...not like the other times I've said I'm going to get one and didn't. No, really!
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