My body is being a bit… weird. Hormoney-weird. The last time this happened, I had to cut my mileage back to 50 mile weeks, which is what I’m going to do again.
After my injury in Mexico, I vowed to cut my mileage from 80-100 miles/per week to a much more realistic 50-60, but lately the 50-60 has been turning to 60+ miles per week and so now I have to write this out for accountability, that I gotta cut it back to 50 for a month or so to see if I balance out a bit.
Okay? Will you keep me accountable?
Meg told me she’d help me with weight training. I know I’ll need something to help me get the angst out, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with yoga and I’m much more confident lifting weights than doing upward dog salutations. I’m not allowed to hit people, and I hate giving the government so much tax money for ciggies, so I’m just going to have to pull up my big girl thong, slap on the acne lotion and deal.
I’m already at 22 miles, and it’s frigging TUESDAY. (Now it’s Wednesday, and I “only” ran 6 miles today so I’m at 28 so far). Jesus take the wheel.
My new dashboard Jesus is going to be my daily reminder to not run so much. So help me God I’ll need it, with these weeks leading up to Christmas and all.
I need a meme or an inspirational quote to help me NOT run. I HAVE PROBLEMS. So, do you have a quote for me? A Bible verse? A singing telegram?
Do you have anything on your dashboard?
Do you store candy in your car?