I dread tomorrow. Yes, I wholeheartedly dread it, big time. Tomorrow is the Ukrops 10K for which I have barely prepared. Ugh. I know that my come-uppings are on their way, and I am not looking forward to it all unfolding and experiencing the pain as it happens, not to mention the aftershocks for days afterwards. Why did I sign up for it again? What masochistic streak inspired me to pay money to do something I truly hate? Because I was overly optimistic that I would stick to the training schedule. Yeah, right, and Bambi is a dog. Well, the only part of the training that I stuck to was the rest days which, by the way, I now have down to a science. I’m very good at resting. Read my words — with God and you, the reader, as my witnesses, I will never be tortured by the 10K again. Instead I am actually going to be nice to myself (novel thought) and do exercise that I actually enjoy (radical concept) — spin, weights, pilates, yoga, and swimming, to name a few. That should keep me plenty busy, in shape, and, most important of all, less grumpy.
Dread
At least I’ve had fun carbing it up — two bowls of noodles, french fries, and beer. Now that’s my kind of carbo loading. Plus with the beer I figure I’m multi-tasking — drinking water and stocking up on carbs all at the same time. I really should patent that idea. Well, I’m off to pop open another brewski, all for the sake of training. Then I’m going to check on my Ben Gay supply. I think I’m going to be digging deep into it tomorrow. Could be an ideal time to buy stock, dear reader…
Break a leg, I guess. If only…
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