Sunday, December 11, 2011
I was grumpy this morning and went to the gym hoping that I could kick some endorphins into gear. I'm trying to get into running again and unfortunately stayed grumpy on the treadmill. I felt much like this:
It seemed like every fat molecule on my body was getting jiggly with it, and before long my face was very pink, and I felt like I wanted to vom. Then I realized that the 140 calories I had burned were the equivalent of ONE of the roughly 200 cookies I ate last night.
Conveniently I had picked up Runner's World magazine, which had an article on beginning-level running. "Run at an easy pace," it suggested, "still being able to carry on a conversation." Um, RW? Running doesn't come in an easy pace. That's called WALKING. The only conversation I'm capable of having is with myself, trying to reason with her to not stop running.
So it was not a monumental day for running. However, at least I can run (short distances), I made it to the gym, and I will definitely think twice before eating more cookies.