On Saturday morning, I got up early to run 17 miles. Once I got home from that, my accomplishments for the weekend were over.
I spent the rest of Saturday laying around, doing nothing of note. Around 5 we finally got dressed and headed out to meet Carolyn and John to see The Girl with Dragon Tattoo, which I'd been dying to see since it came out, and my coughing has finally died down enough for me to attend a movie and not be the most annoying person there.
Guess what - SOLD OUT. I was devastated. We put the giant bulk bags of candy that had been in my purse to sneak into the movie theater with the rest of the groceries and went to a self serve frozen yogurt place instead, so I did get to drown my sorrows (and the boys got to watch the football game), but even that didn't make up for my loss. Self serve places can be a bit embarrassing though, when they tell you the price and everyone in the shop knows that you plan to eat an ungodly of amount of frozen yogurt and candy (no fruit - never fruit).
Sunday I had planned to wake up early and use my free gym pass to take Body Pump and try out Power Yoga. I stayed true to my new tradition and slept right through it. Not by accident - I turned off the alarm. In my defense, I had stayed up way too late Saturday night to hit the gym early on Sunday. I just want to fit in with the rest of America - it's January 10th, shouldn't those resolutions already be slipping?
I figured I'd go running later, but Eric literally pinned me to the couch and force fed me gummy bears and refused to let me leave the living room or do anything productive. I am so not joking on this. So, I stayed in my Forever Lazy and we had a full day movie marathon. Cereal was my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I thanked him before I went to bed because - come on, tell me that doesn't sound like a day of bliss (except for when he made me watch a documentary on football - seriously). No picture of this day exists, just picture a slug and that was me.
Monday morning rolled around and you won't believe what happened - I couldn't get out of bed to run! Shocking! I had ten miles on the schedule, and, like I discussed Saturday, that distance before work seemed so intimidating, that just sleeping for a few more hours sounded like a better idea. Unfortunately, that meant I had to do it after work, which didn't seem so great once I actually got up.
As much as I hate afternoon runs, they just always seem to be faster. I can't compete in the mornings, when my feet hit the pavement ten minutes after my alarm goes off and I don't even halfway wakeup until three miles in. I did ten miles at an average 8:42 pace, which is pretty fast for me, especially on a hilly route. It started snowing (or possibly sleeting) and for awhile I was running straight into whatever was coming out of the sky, and it was pretty much blinding me, not to mention making the ground nice and slippery. I also had to take a Gu. I wouldn't normally have one for a ten mile run, but I didn't finish the run until about 6:30, and all I'd eaten since some soup during my lunch at noon was some cauliflower and dip, and that just wasn't doing it.
Have you seen this video from Saturday's SNL? Two friends sent it to me Sunday, and Eric and I watched it twice and cracked up. Then it backfired on me when we tried out our new pizza stone, and I asked if we should grease it, and Eric told me that was a white people problem and walked away.
Today I did sleep in, but this time it was on purpose, because I'm going to Zumba tonight! I love Zumba.
Let's brainstorm some ways for me to stop sucking at life and start getting up to workout when I am supposed to from now on. And......GO.