Preseason, week 2.
Goal: 15/15; 30/30
Actual: 14.14/15; 26.14/30
I walked 10 miles today. I really pushed the limits of the treadmill which is the reason I didn't get to 15. I started smelling burning oil and I really don't want to replace the thing so I let it rest for a bit and then walked one more mile.
I am tired, full body so going to bed early shouldn't be a problem. Yeah, I know, Saturday night, and my big plan is to go to bed early. I don't really care if you're not impressed. I need to go to bed before 12 and lately it's been 2am. Plus, tomorrow is my first of 5 days in a row at work.
I am growing weary of the stacks of boxes in my room. Cleaning my room has become a hideous task since I packed everything up. But that's the next thing to do before I go to bed. It's always best to start the room off clean for the work week as it naturally devolves into chaos throughout the week.
... I was in a far less boring frame of mind before I walked for 3.5 hours. I was having this great visual in my head of kicking my ex in the throat and breaking his jaw. Don't worry, he had a ton of kung fu/tkd/jujitsu/some sort of martial arts training as a kid, I'm sure I couldn't land anything on him. Plus, I'm not naturally a violent person. It is actually kind of weird to admit out loud that I want to hurt someone, it's totally not my style. I am the kind one. Of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, I am Nicey with the pink-and-blue thoughts. I don't do mean aside from the occasional snarky comment.
Yet, really, truly, had he been in front of me today, I would have tried to kick him in the throat. It was a good visual because it would fill me with anger and I would use that anger to take my walking up a notch. When I started getting tired, anger kept my pace up.
I am still angry with my ex, but I am no longer being filled with angry energy when I think of him. So, go me for finding a healthy way to get my anger out. Right now, I don't think I could muster the energy to spit on him.
Ugh and I again feel the need to tell you that that is not my usual modus operandi. I don't normally spit on people, though I might mutter shit about them under my breath as they walk by. Hmm, I think walking would be more productive than this too.
So, yeah, exercise as a way to focus and use angry energy, total win. I get my miles in, I get calories gone and hopefully, my body from last summer back.
Actual: 14.14/15; 26.14/30
I walked 10 miles today. I really pushed the limits of the treadmill which is the reason I didn't get to 15. I started smelling burning oil and I really don't want to replace the thing so I let it rest for a bit and then walked one more mile.
I am tired, full body so going to bed early shouldn't be a problem. Yeah, I know, Saturday night, and my big plan is to go to bed early. I don't really care if you're not impressed. I need to go to bed before 12 and lately it's been 2am. Plus, tomorrow is my first of 5 days in a row at work.
I am growing weary of the stacks of boxes in my room. Cleaning my room has become a hideous task since I packed everything up. But that's the next thing to do before I go to bed. It's always best to start the room off clean for the work week as it naturally devolves into chaos throughout the week.
... I was in a far less boring frame of mind before I walked for 3.5 hours. I was having this great visual in my head of kicking my ex in the throat and breaking his jaw. Don't worry, he had a ton of kung fu/tkd/jujitsu/some sort of martial arts training as a kid, I'm sure I couldn't land anything on him. Plus, I'm not naturally a violent person. It is actually kind of weird to admit out loud that I want to hurt someone, it's totally not my style. I am the kind one. Of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, I am Nicey with the pink-and-blue thoughts. I don't do mean aside from the occasional snarky comment.
Yet, really, truly, had he been in front of me today, I would have tried to kick him in the throat. It was a good visual because it would fill me with anger and I would use that anger to take my walking up a notch. When I started getting tired, anger kept my pace up.
I am still angry with my ex, but I am no longer being filled with angry energy when I think of him. So, go me for finding a healthy way to get my anger out. Right now, I don't think I could muster the energy to spit on him.
Ugh and I again feel the need to tell you that that is not my usual modus operandi. I don't normally spit on people, though I might mutter shit about them under my breath as they walk by. Hmm, I think walking would be more productive than this too.
So, yeah, exercise as a way to focus and use angry energy, total win. I get my miles in, I get calories gone and hopefully, my body from last summer back.