Jogged for 2:50, Walked for 5
Oh, my dear blog-reading friends: Tonight. Was. Rough.
I mean, rreeeeallllyy rough.
I am having jogging remorse, both from the jog tonight and skipping the jog from yesterday. Could not jogging yesterday have put me in such bad shape tonight?
*whimpers*
I mean, REALLY? I am so close to three minutes! I am so excited about three minutes! But GEEZ!!
I am soooo tired. I didn't jog yesterday because yesterday was such a long day. I worked from 7:10 in the morning to 6:30 that night, and there was still supper to cook when I got home. (After-school inservices really are a stupid idea, by the way.) So it really couldn't be helped; I was just too tired. But I figured it wouldn't be too bad to get back at it tonight.
Sorry to complain, guys. I just ... got on the treadmill tonight, and my whole body felt like lead. Like I could've sat down immediately after a round of jogging, closed my eyes, and fallen asleep sitting up.
Actually, sitting here in this computer chair is pretty comfortable... NO! Must! Resist! Sleep!
Nobody ever said this would be easy. But sometimes, it feels like nobody ever said it would be so hard, either. (I have echos of Coldplay reverberating in my head.)
I actually had to sit down a couple of times, because I was just sweating so badly (I just got sooo hot) and I was dizzy and ... sleepy. Even though I really didn't feel like I was working that hard. Like my breathing really wasn't even strained. Oh, so weird.
Oh, well. For my stats, I jogged for 2:50, walked for 5 minutes. I went 2.165 miles, burned 273 calories, and it took me 50:00 ... well, 50:00 on the treadmill, that is.
On a random tangent, WHY do Southerners eat whenever we get the chance? If we're hungry, we eat. If we're celebrating, we eat. If we're mourning, we eat. If there's a holiday, a birth, a wedding, a death, a birthday, a fourth Sunday, a Friday night ... we eat. And we never eat healthy!! Today at school, one of the teachers (at my base school, which means that I know no one because I do not have students there) is leaving, and so everyone brought in food. Chocolate doughnuts, glazed doughnuts, powdered doughnuts, sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, muffins, sausage balls ... and there it all was, unsupervised, when I walked into the teacher's lounge to make a couple of copies. I was floored. I wanted it. My mouth started watering and my eyes roamed all the beautiful, tantalizing colors of the spread. But then part of me remembered how many calories are in even ONE of those sweets, and I got to thinking that I didn't want my jog tonight to mean nothing for a few seconds of happiness. I made my xerox copies and got out. I felt very proud ... but that doesn't mean that I STILL don't want some of those sweets.
Can I seriously do this for the rest of my life?
I would like to think I can. :)
Posted in: eating in the Southern way, rough jogs, sleepiness on Wednesday, August 19, 2009 at at 6:35 PM 8 comments
