My morning started with a little treadmilling because it was raining outside at 5 AM. During this treadmill adventure, I made a very important decision: to never wear a shirt whilst running on the treadmill ever again. I give this decision a hearty thumbs up.
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| Nevermind that it's 5 AM; I GOTS NO SHIRT |
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| Look Ma NO SHIRT |
This decision came out of the fact that the shirt I had on was sticking to me like a second skin as the sweat poured out of me. It was making me rather angry until I came to the stunning revelation that I could take my shirt off because the only people that could see me shirtless were the cats who were wandering dangerously close to the treadmill, and they weren't even really people (cats are demons, you know. Well, my cats are, anyway). So off went the shirt and I went on with the run.
Speaking of that run, it was supposed to be 10-11 miles. But it was all "1.75 miles warm up" and 1.5 miles cool down" and "3 x 2 Miles" and then I was all "GEEZ RUN PLAN APP WHY SO MUCH WARM UP AND COOL DOWN" and finally I went "BUH I need to get to work some time today" and ended up doing a 1.5 mile warm-up and then 2 of those 2 x 2 miles. Which was fine with my left butt, which really didn't care for 2 mile repeats at all by the end. But it held itself together for this last treadmill picture:
And then I went off to work, where it was my school district's first day with students. So I reasoned that it was technically my first day of school, too...or my 4,181st day of work, depending on how you look at it and how good at math you are. In my eyes, both are worth celebrating with an incredibly stupid pic.
You know what else is worth celebrating? The end of this post. I promise something more coherent tomorrow when I'm not trying to keep my eyelids open as I type.
Tomorrow's workout: Some bike riding in the dark! (If it's not raining)
