Feels Like Home
Got up at 5:30 this morning to see my boyfriend off to work and then drove to the farm. Ran two miles before 6:30. Came home. Showered. Dicked around on the internet.
While I was out running, it was, of course, very dark out, and the trail I took was actually a service road connecting the farm and the sawmill--a big 1 mile loop. So I was jogging along, minding my own business, when quite abruptly, something hit me really friggin' hard in the solar plexus. I let out this squawk and spilled my ass on the gravel. Then I remembered, oh, yes, they put a chain across the road at night to keep hooligans and their hooligan cars away.
It's amazing what quitting smoking has done. Before, I was lucky if I could climb steps without needing to take a break. Less than 2 weeks after quitting, and I can run two miles. It wasn't easy or pretty or anything, but I did it. Did it yesterday, too. And I reckon I'll do it tomorrow, too.
I don't know where this motivation came from. I think I feel really empowered by quitting smoking. Really in control.
My sister, Wa, does triathlons for shits and giggles, and she looked up a charity 5k going on in my town. It's in a month, and I reckon if I can do 2 miles now, 3.1 in a month won't be too much of a stretch. The boyfriend offered to pay my registration fee, so I can't think of what's keeping me from doing it. So, I suppose, as of yesterday, I'm training for a 5k.
Here is my rewards-for-not-smoking schedule:
Week 1: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, DVD 1
Week 2: New pencil skirt from the GAP c/o my boyfriend
Week 3: Sleek yet utilitarian new purse & jeans that actually look good on me
Week 4: Box of Godiva chocolates c/o one of my favorite professors
Week 5: Dinner @ India Garden
Week 6: 5k!
Maybe I'll keep rewarding myself after that. Not sure yet. Quitting does sort of a feel like an excuse to buy myself things, but hey at least I'm quitting.
While I was out running, it was, of course, very dark out, and the trail I took was actually a service road connecting the farm and the sawmill--a big 1 mile loop. So I was jogging along, minding my own business, when quite abruptly, something hit me really friggin' hard in the solar plexus. I let out this squawk and spilled my ass on the gravel. Then I remembered, oh, yes, they put a chain across the road at night to keep hooligans and their hooligan cars away.
It's amazing what quitting smoking has done. Before, I was lucky if I could climb steps without needing to take a break. Less than 2 weeks after quitting, and I can run two miles. It wasn't easy or pretty or anything, but I did it. Did it yesterday, too. And I reckon I'll do it tomorrow, too.
I don't know where this motivation came from. I think I feel really empowered by quitting smoking. Really in control.
My sister, Wa, does triathlons for shits and giggles, and she looked up a charity 5k going on in my town. It's in a month, and I reckon if I can do 2 miles now, 3.1 in a month won't be too much of a stretch. The boyfriend offered to pay my registration fee, so I can't think of what's keeping me from doing it. So, I suppose, as of yesterday, I'm training for a 5k.
Here is my rewards-for-not-smoking schedule:
Week 1: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, DVD 1
Week 2: New pencil skirt from the GAP c/o my boyfriend
Week 3: Sleek yet utilitarian new purse & jeans that actually look good on me
Week 4: Box of Godiva chocolates c/o one of my favorite professors
Week 5: Dinner @ India Garden
Week 6: 5k!
Maybe I'll keep rewarding myself after that. Not sure yet. Quitting does sort of a feel like an excuse to buy myself things, but hey at least I'm quitting.