I love that life can be so damn boring one minute, then change at the speed of light in another. I went from having no travel plans at all for the next year or so, to having a potential of three trips mapped out for late this year and early next year. I have to sit down, wrap my brain around it, and begin my savings plan. More on this later!
I messed up my chicken on Friday. I guess I was too excited to see Bud. We couldn't watch Big Love (it wasn't OnDemand yet), so Bud got to drool over Jennifer Aniston in a movie. I got to drool over Aaron Eckhart.
Last night I made up for my cooking blunder on Friday by making delicious, cooked just right boneless pork chops, along with stuffing and asparagus. I was a good girl and had iced tea for supper. We watched two episodes of Big Love, and let me tell you: poop + fan= Bill Hendrickson's life right now. He is in a world of trouble. Bud didn't tell me to be quiet once! I tend to comment a lot when we're watching TV. The Oscars were kinda boring...then I spent an hour trying to get Bud to go home. It was after 11 when he finally left. I finished a book and shut the light off at midnight.
I got to the gym this morning and glory be, there was ample parking! And only one person on a treadmill. There's always a moment, when I begin running, where the legs feel great, the breathing is effortless, and I think "wouldn't it be great if I could run for miles feeling just like this?" But that feeling quickly ends, and I find myself sweating buckets, having a dry throat, and feeling like crap. Really, the extra weight I'm carrying around has made a huge difference in my lack of running. I can feel that tire 'round my middle and I hate it. It makes it so much harder for me to run, and my stamina is the lowest it's ever been. I keep feeling the fear of failure and it's really pissing me off. My running journal is helping me vent.
I have a virtual 5K to run within the next week, and I'm looking forward to that goal. I plan on running it on Friday. Tomorrow I'm heading to the gym for another go at the treadmill, and I plan on doing some weights. I was pretty much gobsmacked by a gentleman I watched on the show Heavy. He weighed almost 500 pounds, and after a six month stay at a clinic where he worked his butt off, he decided to run on the treadmill a minute for every pound he had lost. He lost 180 pounds, so he ran for 180 minutes. His total miles: 15! Can you believe that! Amazing. This was a man who couldn't even move six months before.
Tomorrow is my one year anniversary on this blog! I plan on doing some spectacular (in my mind) blog for it. Can't believe it's been a year.