I walked my son to school and back and walked around the block the other day but that’s about it. It’s a start, but without a plan, I’m not going to make progress with any speed that matters.
Month: August 2022
Day 7: I walked
Walking this morning was ok, but walking right now hurts. My back hurts. My big toe on my right foot hurts. My paranoia hurts as my enemy brain keeps telling me that all the other parents waiting to pick up their kids are staring at me and goffing at how frumpy and lumpy I look. They are stopping everything to look at me and judge me. Uhhuh….
Paranoia doesn’t have to make sense to be effective. It just has to have a voice. And mine is always loudly self-deprecating.
So I walked and it felt good this morning. But I’m not sure if the afternoon walk will feel good until I get home.
Update: Eh, it was alright. As soon as I got home, I started to doubt my ability to get back out there to walk. I guess time will tell.
Day 6: A day of indulgence
I dunno what came over me this day. I ate. A lot. I ate so much that I decided the next day should be a day of fasting. Why do a I do this shit to myself?
Day 4: what have I done so far?
Nothing.
Ok, lots. LOTS! But nothing in terms of exercise and training.
I’ve been busy as hell with three kids needing tons of stuff for going back to school and tonight was the first night I’ve been able to relax and go “whew! that’s done!”
Day 1: Up at 3:30am and feeling like absolute Shit
I’m not in a good headspace today. Haven’t been for two days. I’m feeling hot, sweaty, and my stomach feels sour. It has been for two days now. It’s too early to get my son up for the first day of second grade, but I can’t go back to sleep either. I feel like I haven’t slept enough. I basically just don’t feel right.
But I decided today is going to be day 1 for me anyway. I’ve been putting it off long enough. I need to start training. And today is it.
Training for what? Let’s not say the Los Angeles marathon. Let’s just say running. It’s too early to admit I’m fucking crazy.