86 days

So yesterday was a failure.

I started by eating the chocolate cake for breakfast, and snacked on it a bite at a time throughout the day. Maybe that just set the tone :)

The night got later and later. And then the point came where I just new I was not going to get out on that treadmill.

So, I went to bed and got up just before 6 this morning and got out there - to run that 3 miles. Something about my body doesn't like to run in the morning. Or is it all mental? Probably. I made it to 1.5 and quit. That's right. Quit. Just 3 days before I ran 5 miles and now I couldn't even push myself another 1.5. Mental I tell ya.

So where did that leave me? If I wasn't going to repeat last week, I had to do that 3 miles! Steve was supportive tonight as the night got later. The girls were dirty from playing outside. They needed showers I wasn't planning on. Mentally I was spiraling down. Then he offered to put them to bed and I got out on that treadmill.

3 miles
28:45

It was still hard. I still wanted to quit. I didn't quit.
I think I'm running too fast for me. The problem is I hate the treadmill so much that I push myself as hard as I can just so I can get off it.

Goals for tomorrow:

Continue reading Mark - almost done.
Walk 2 miles on the rolling hills near my house.