Work was insane this week. I have stories but somehow don't feel like writing about them yet. Someone died this week, too, which is probably why I don't feel like it. That part of the job really sucks.
SO. Moving on. I've decided weekend posts will be about my running (or lack thereof) . I need the (perceived) accountability right now because I seem to be lacking a little in the motivation department. I signed up for a marathon this week and then only ran ONE TIME! I have to get over my antagonistic relationship with the treadmill. The temperature ranged from -18 to about +7 this whole week, and there is 6-7 inches of snow and ice on the ground. There is no way I can run outside. I have to figure out how to make treadmill running work for me.
The dumbest thing about despising the treadmill is that I don't even know why! Yes, it's hot. Yes, it's pretty boring. But other than that I can't even think of a real reason WHY I hate it so much. Maybe that whole weird exposed tummy episode caused enough mental anguish that I've subconsciously transferred the horror into treadmill hate?! Yeah. Probably not. I've never been too big on making excuses....so this week I'm going to try and change my outlook. I'm going to be grateful I have a treamill to run on. I'm going to be happy that I have strong legs and can even run in the first place...and then I'm going to run on that treadmill as if I am loving every single second of it. Wish me luck!
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