I am currently shaking my fist at Winter. It is trying hard, really hard, to get to me. I am doing my best to plow through and forge ahead. I knew this week was going to be a tough one. I believe the worst will be tomorrow but I am moving through it. I am picking myself up and going on.
I have had five consecutive workout days. I have had a total of 25 miles in those five days. I was supposed to take today off but braved the blustery cold and made it to the gym just the same. Oh no, don't be foolish. There is no way I would be able to even attempt to run outdoors. No way. I would melt like the wicked witch of the west. I would be a trembling, chattering, jittering mass of flesh. So I am doing what I can and even that isn't as easy as it may sound.
During this time of year there is nothing more I want to do than stay at home. I obviously can't stay at home when I need to make an appearance at work but otherwise I go directly home, do not pass go, do not collect $200. And yet I have made five, count them, five consecutive workout days. It is a very brave thing I am doing here. No one should have to wander out in these conditions but I have been doing it.
So I shake my clenched fist at you, Winter! You haven't been able to catch me yet.
TT
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