This morning I was feeling like C-R-A-P. The last two days of bad eating and drinking had me feeling super bloated, crappy and depressed. Of course the scale is up. All I can think about is how I have one or two parties to go to today (still debating on the 2nd one) and there is going to be MORE food and booze and I really just want to stay home and climb in my bed and feel sorry for myself that I let it all go and ate like shit. There is no one to blame but myself and I know that.
So in an effort to #fightthefat (my favorite instagram hashtag that I use) I first took a shower because there was no taming that bed head and then I slowly talked myself into going for a run.
"you know you'll feel better if you just do it"
"you can walk if you have to"
"Just a little one"
Finally I was dressed and had my shoes, my phone was charged up, headphones on and out I went.
"I'll do a 5 minute warm up like usual.
I go the little bit longer route just in case I decide that I can do a longer run."
I started my run. I usually run when it's dark (just works out that way) and it's so not dark. I'm jogging along, feeling so sluggish when my runkeeper tells me my stats.
"What? I'm running at an 8 minute mile pace??"
No freaking way.
So I decided that today, I will try to run a 5k in 30 minutes. Even though I just walked the first 5 minutes of it.
And lookie here.
It was just a tad over 30 minutes but I DID walk that first 5 minutes so I'm calling it a 30 minute 5k. I'm so freaking proud of myself!!
Just goes to show if you put your running shoes, which sometimes really, getting out the door IS the hardest part of a work out, you can so f*cking do it!!