Confession: I didn't run for four days in a row! I know, tisk, tisk. Frankly, by the last day I not only felt like Fatty Mcfaterstein, but I was also feeling anxious and uber-bummed. How many times am I going to have to remind myself that exercising makes me happy? Running = endorphins = happiness. DUH.
Well at least I'm back on the running wagon. I did, however, realize something crucial. This running thing, it's supposed to last my entire life. This isn't something you just pick up and do for a couple seasons and then resign to a life of Nintendo and potato chips (For the record, I have nothing, and I mean NOTHING, against either of those things—in fact I rather like them both). I am attempting to develop habits that I will keep for the rest of my life. That’s quite a while. So I can’t go around moping all over the place every time I miss a few days. It’s going to happen. The important thing is that I don’t quit—that I put my Sauconeys back on and start running again. So the moral for today: Don’t even act like quitter. Keep your chin up, and keep running.
Now if only I could get myself out of bed before 7am, you guys could hear about my morning runs (which are currently nonexistent).
Running To Do’s (these are different then goals… somehow)
1. Trail run
2. Start running in the mornings
3. Run with an ipod (which requires buying one, which is difficult)