Part two is coming

In the meantime, can I just spill for a second?

I have the hardest time exercising. I used to exercise between six pm and seven pm. EVERY day. Then, I moved, started reading, and other things more improtant at the time. THEN, I changed jobs which changed my hours. I was working 9-6. My commute home? Between six and seven. By the time I get home? I’m starving. And I just can’t move after stuffing my face.

Quickly, my habit changed to zero exercise. I tried here and there to get it back, but it never worked. Nothing stuck. The timing did not stick.

Oh, I know, you could say, hey just suck it up, exercise THEN eat.

But here has been my schedule.

Monday, work 9-6, after work visit Jason with the kids til he takes them home at 7. Dance class with Jason 8-9pm, then Fuzzy’s Tacos for dinner, home at midnight.

Tuesday, work 9-6, after work eat a light dinner, then go to Italian conversation class, 7-9pm, after, see Jason 10p-11p, home at midnight.

Wednesday, work 9-6, after work visit Jason and the kids, or go home and see Sydney (optional SFI classes at the Church).

Thursday, work 9-6, after work eat a light dinner, then go to Italian class, 7-9pm, see Jason at 10pm , watch Survivor, home at midnight.

Friday, work 9-6, after work eat Sushi with Jason, or take the kids to an event together. Last outing, we went to the Ranger’s game, home at midnight.

Saturday, errands, laundry, cleaning, grocery store, gas, etc.

Sunday, Church 9a-1230p, lunch, then….ummm rest?

Repeat week.

I’m a natural night owl. Once, I almost learned to go to sleep at nine. Yeah. That didn’t last. I get my second wind about 10pm.

Mornings are tough, although, I have done an exercise or two in the early morning, (5am) it’s haaard. Lunch time might work, but they tore up all the sidewalks, and road by my work, building a new highway. Why? Because we are about a mile from the new Cowboys Stadium. Believe me, they need bigger roads. Wouldn’t matter,  I don’t want to get all sweaty (which I would). Our office is very nice. I have a feeling that would be frowned upon.

Thing is, I love to exercise. Walking, swimming, bike riding, hiking, running, elliptical, gym classes. I love it! I really want do another half marathon. So, why is this so hard?

This morning, I got up half an hour earlier (it didn’t kill me). I went outside, into the cool, brisk air of October in Texas. I breathed in the dark and blew out. I walked to the end of the street. Reset my Garmin, stretched, crossed the street, started my Garmin and ran. Not fast, just a steady pace, for a mile. I reached it in about 12mins (fastest mile ever was 8mins).

Hey, I am not knocking it. I would have turned around and ran some of the way back (without stopping), but a little dog decided to run with me. He decided to run with me and head towards the school bus stopping to pick up a group of high school kids. Ahhh! After, I stopped and advised him to go home. NOW. He went off to find “other friends”. He did NOT head home. He went the other direction. Bad dog.

I wogged back home the mile. First mile in a long while. It felt good.  This might be doable. Thirty minutes in the morning to get back on track. Finally. I would love that.

Do you have a good habit gone bad? How do you get back on track?

Good Morning…Gee that was tough!

Yeah, well, I got up early and went wogging (walk/jog).  It wasn’t easy by any means. I wanted to smash the phone at 545am but it’s my beloved iPhone, so  I settled upon jabbing the screen with my finger til it snoozed 9 mins (take that). I did finally get up at 5 til 6. I was out the door a little after. *without coffee mind you*

Salem and Anna were so excited thinking it was breakfast time! Uhh, no, you must wait, darn I hate disappointing my fur babies.  Hang tight, the non-morning person has to go jog. UGH.

I was hoping this morning would be a pleasant run. It’s certainly cooler. I had my new iPhone run tracker to try out. Plus, I wore my Garmin to compare how accurate it was. Lucky I did since the run tracker would not pick up a satellite signal. *guess it has problems with mornings too*

I take off for a little over half a mile jogging. My achilles tendon screaming in pain. I have no idea what I did to it. I can’t even figure out how to stretch it. Weird!  *note to self google achilles tendon stretches later*

It was dark out. I worry a little about tripping (and re-breaking my wrist)  but not too much. I like running in the dark better than the day. It feels cooler to me or maybe it’s just my mind thinking it is. I am comfortable running in about 30 degrees out, anything else is too hot. *I know right??*

Ends up over the course of 3 miles this morning I ran 1.70 of it. I only timed my run portions of the wog. I almost fell once when my foot went into a crevice in the street.  *almost *phew*

But HEY how about that?  It’s about  half running.  I am going to stay positive about that. I am NOT going to let it get me down that I used to breeze out 3 miles like a cake walk and now have to eek out 1.70. If I dwelled on that, it would SUCK. And I don’t do suck, not even in the mornings.  

Plus 1.70 is a lot more than other people can do. My new Saucony Progrid Ride 2 were heaven on my feet. After my 6 mile bike ride last night. My legs are feeling pumped. I didn’t reach a runner’s high but I am GLAD I did it.

Today, I began the day positive and healthy. Tonight, another bike ride to end it the same way. *but even better since I will be with Jason*

Life is soooo good.

Happy Hump Day!!