Yesterday I procrastinated about going for my run all day. I just didn’t want to go and had no idea why. I actually thought about sitting down and journalling my feelings to work out what was going on but told myself to get my stupid butt into my workout gear and get out the door!
Once I hit the streets, I felt fine. I ran down to Princes Park and did a few laps. I love this time of year – so many people around and I reckon a fair few of them have got running on their new year resolutions list cos I actually managed to pass a whole bunch – woohoo! That never happens, especially when I’m doing a long, slow run.
Total kms: 14.6. That took me a loooong time but I figure the speed will come.
On top of that, I ate very little yesterday. Not on purpose. I just kinda forgot about eating most of the day. Weird shit especially for me.
One of my bad habits is my daily chocobana ball with my morning coffee. They aren’t awfully calorific but I have one nearly EVERY day. It’s become such a joke at the local cafe, the staff automatically assume my order is a large skinny latte and a chocobana ball. I’ve been feeling almost obligated to order that now. Yeah, I’m a freak.
So yesterday, I realised if I didn’t get one then, I could come back later. The shop isn’t going to run out (I’ve made damn sure of that with their ordering system *WEG*).
Sane thinking – it takes me a while but I get there in the end.
* Weekly goal – I didn’t do anything nice for myself yesterday. Well okay, I went for a run and I plucked my eyebrows and that counts. Tonight Andrew’s coming over for dinner and we’re watching the new Prison Break and Heroes. Yippee! Yes, cooking for your son becomes a treat after they move out of home. Who’d have thought? (And it’s not just cos he’s bringing me over telly shows).