There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to accomplish my goals for the month.
Do you want to know why I’m so determined? Well, Tuesday night … I RAN THREE MILES.
All you runners out there know that’s not a huge distance. But for someone like me, who is just learning to enjoy running, that was huge! I was so proud of myself. I tweeted, I texted my mom, I texted my best friend. I was on top of the world.
I had skipped my workout Tuesday morning. My arms were ridiculously sore from my upper body workout on Monday … and an extra hour and a half of sleep sounded like the best thing in the world when Gavin DeGraw starting singing Tuesday morning (his song “Soldier” is my alarm clock sound). So I decided that it was going to be an unscheduled rest day.
That was until I got home from work. I was feeling anxious after putting some serious time into my new responsibility at work, and felt the need to move. I was too much in my head and needed a release. Plus, I haven’t been sleeping great and thought doing some physical activity could wear me out enough to put me to sleep. Initially, I was going to go spin (another one of my goals) with a friend. She bailed. I didn’t reallllly feel like going alone. I could have, but I wasn’t feeling it. I decided I wanted to run. Just … go. I wanted to see how far I could go.
I walked the first .10 of a mile … and then ran a full one (at a speed of 6.0). Then walked another .10 of a mile … and then ran another full one (same speed). I was feeling pretty ragged after that, but I pushed through. It felt good. One more .10 of a mile walk … and then I ran another full mile (again, at 6.0).
One of my goals is to run 5K by the end of the month. I think I’ve got this in the bag
I will tell you that I don’t know if I’ve ever sweated like that in my entire life. Usually I get a little red in the face (except for at spin … I turn into a weird little blonde haired tomato), and my face glistens a bit. But I know I’ve still worked hard.
After my run Tuesday night (it feels SO COOL to say “my run”), you could have wrung my shirt out. I didn’t … because that would have been disgusting. But I could have. I came straight home, took a cold shower, and then did this:
I sat on the floor, in the dark, in front of one of my favorite electronics. Mister Fan. There was an enormous thunderstorm going on (and tornado watches in the area!), so I sat behind the screen of my open balcony door and let the rain smell waft in while I cooled back down to normal person temperature. Ahhhhh…..
Yesterday, it was Camp Day at Tim Horton’s. It’s usually quite a big deal. The lines are always long, people are dishing out cash to donate or buying sandwiches and XL double doubles to send kids to camp who may not otherwise be able to go.
With my job in the media, I had the opportunity to work behind the counter for an hour yesterday morning as a volunteer. My coworkers (who joined me) and I thought it would be a great thing to help out, and then we were able to get some coverage of it for our show.
HOLY COW. It may have been the most high pressure thing ever. They gave me a couple of duties, and I felt so bad because I sucked. I was supposed to be dishing out soups and delivering sandwiches to all of the tills … and really wasn’t good. At all. I did it all with a smile on my face, because the employees and customers were truly awesome to be around and I was having a fun. But my pearly whites were really all I could offer – I think I made the process slower I admire people in the fast food industry. Based on my experience yesterday, I don’t think I’d last long!
Have you ever worked in a fast food restaurant? Was it crazy?!