Pints of Beer Consumed: 0
Miles Run: 0
When I wake up every morning, I start thinking, like many people do when they awake. By the time I get in my car, I’ve got my morning sorted out and things start popping into my head that I could write about and post to the blog. So, when I arrive at work, you would think that I would write those things down so I could come home and sit in front of my computer for ten minutes and pound out a few hundred words. The thing is, my drive is about 40 minutes long. So, by the time I arrive, everything I just thought about ten minutes before is wiped from memory. I will punch the code into the door and “boom” it’s like everything just goes out my ears. So, I remember that I had something witty to post about this morning but now, not so much. In fact, I’m almost boring myself. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now.
So, at work, I recieved an email announcing the 2013 Austin Marathon. Now, settle down there fella, I am not running another marathon. Right now, I am not even running 3 miles. But, I’ve started to think about my running plan and this is what it looks like thus far:
Monday – cook all day
Tuesday – work, weights
Wednesday – probably eat
Thursday – maybe Derby practice
Friday – sleep
Saturday – drink
Sunday – Derby
So, by this point, you probably get my drift – I have absolutely no (NONE!) motivation to run. The thought of it almost kills me. I know why too. Hopefully, my boss won’t read this and think I am complaining about my job, because it is not about the job, it’s about everything revolving around the job. Okay, get to the point, I know already! It’s the damn drive. It sucks everything that was EVER motivation in me out. I have no interest what-so-ever after driving for 40 minutes to go home, change, and run. Why? Honestly, it’s like sitting all day and then sitting in a car all day just makes me want to sit all night. How does that pan out? It’s like my ass (which now has a bounce when I walk) and my tummy just want me to chill. The other bad part about the lack of movement and motivation is the boob gain. I seriously fill out my cup size now. Major bonus. So, I also feel like part of me is wondering, is the flat belly or are the added boobies more important? Of course, not fitting in a pair of jeans just adds a bit of weeping to the day and then I stuff my face.
Speaking of stuffing my face, I finally get why it’s so hard to be thin. I never really and truly understood it, but now, I have this NEED to stuff food into my face. It’s like, if I leave it, someone else will get it and I want to win. It’s kinda twisted. BUT, this has to stop. I feel sluggish and motivated and the weight gain has just added to it. I’m not saying everyone has to be thin, but I want to be thin enough to feel confident. Wow, tangent. Not where was i going with this? Oh yeah, this all started with motivation to run. The truth is, my body hurts every time I run and not in a good way. My shins splint, my back aches, and my knees throb. I’m not sure this post even has a point, so if you got this far, I’m sorry I took up any of your time.