The Quest for a Mile

Okay, so today was a crazy day. First of all, let me explain that I do not know if I must report that tonight I was weak or that I failed or that I was smart, but ... I couldn't finish my mile tonight. I had to do 6 sessions of jogging in order to stay on my 2:30 regimen, and it felt like I just couldn't get my breath at ALL, and after the third session I just doubled over with a stitch in my side and my stomach just hurting so badly! My husband says that I didn't give supper enough time to settle, but I didn't eat much because I knew that I still had a jog to do (I mostly just ate a small salad), and I waited an hour, so I thought I was good. He was probably right; he's a smart man. I sat down, just completely deflated and holding my stomach, and after about 10 minutes he asked me if I could walk for 10 minutes at 3 mph, which would be an average between my walking and running speed, and if I walked for 10 minutes, that would finish my other half of a mile. So I did that, and that made me feel a little better, if not internally, then at least mentally. So was it smart to not finish my mile, or did I just give up on myself?

I guess, some days you win and some days you lose, but when you lose, you gotta pick yourself back up again and begin another day.

For my stats, I went 1.500 miles, burned 173 calories, and it took me 32:01. Ergh.

Speaking of "ergh," I feel compelled to share with you something that happened to me today that was mortifyingly embarrassing, because it *is* funny ... or at least I think so. I had to attend a mandatory special education inservice this morning; every special ed. teacher was present (so, roughly 60 people?), and the inservice was 3 hours long. We were all crazy with boredom. At the end of the inservice, our head boss decided to close the inservice with a passage from a book that she thought was especially encouraging. She asked for a volunteer to read the passage aloud. I, being the overachiever I am and ready to finally do something that was at least a little interesting, volunteered to read it.

Now, I consider myself to do a fairly good job reading aloud. I try to put emotion into it and make it sound like I'm just coming up with it instead of reading it. So I was doing my standard thing, everyone was listening well, and then I had to read the sentence, "Success is a journey."

I accidentally mispronounced it ... like it fell out of my mouth wrong ... and I said, "Sex is a journey."

And then I paused and said, "Whoooah. SUCCESS is a journey." Right into the microphone. And everyone burst out laughing for what felt like a time period equal to the entire Revolutionary War.

I got through the rest of the passage with as much dignity as I could, and sat down. Everyone made all kinds of comments. I will forever be known as the "Sex is a journey" girl among my peers. I think I could have shriveled up and died right there. Hahaha!

Oh, well. That's all I got for now. Here's to tomorrow being a better day! :)

Posted in: on Tuesday, August 11, 2009 at at 9:24 PM