If you live in LA or know someone (at least on Facebook) who does, you know how disgusting it has been lately. We’re in the middle of a serious drought and it has been in the 100’s every day. Not so much with the making me want to go outside and run.
Now you might be asking, “Hey, why don’t you just jump on the treadmill you own or the one at your local gym?” And my answer: I’m on a super serious budget, you presumptuous reader! And as such, the gym membership was the first thing to go.
And so, when it was 101 when I got home and my Nike coach said “go run 3miles” I was all…
Instead, I tried two Ballet Beautiful videos on YouTube for the first time. Miss Mary Helen Bowers is NOT messing around here, people. I tried the legs/bum and arms/back videos and, while simple, make you burn. Definitely apartment friendly, no equipment needed, and once I do this a few times, I think it’s something I can do while watching TV or listening to my own music while just relying on audio cues.
And so, new plan. I will really really really really try… really… to wake up tomorrow and run while it is still a humane temperature out there. Uuuuuugh I already hate that idea. But I can do it. And then when I’m done and it’s 90 degrees at 7:15am…
10:00pm, Night Before:
Heck yeah, fitness!
I’m so excited to run tomorrow! I can accomplish anything! Believe and you will achieve! Setting my alarm for 5:50am because I can totally be that person! Maybe I’ll even stretch out to some Enya after the run!
10:05pm, Night Before:
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down!
Okay, let’s be real. I’ll set an alarm for 6am just to be sure I get up. Still excited! …Aaaaaand just because I can’t be late for work, I’ll set my regular alarm for 7am as well. But I won’t need it because I’m a f*cking champion.
12:00am, Night Before:
Why am I still reading the internet? I need to get my butt to bed, there’s miles to run!
12:30am, Night Before:
No way. Ever.
**alarm goes off** It’s still nighttime out there, eff that! 6am sounds better anyway, like when I get to work I can tell everyone I got up at 6am to run.
**alarm goes off** I’ll just run less miles so I can sleep another 20 minutes. Hey, at least I’m running at all. “Passing everyone on the couch,” as Pinterest says.
At this point it would be a time crunch to run, shower, and get ready in time. I don’t want to add any stress to my day. Sleeping enough is important. My bed is so cozy. Another excuse. Whatever.
Oh past me, you’re dumb.
Well now I just haven’t slept well. I hate 10:00pm me. Why was I ever so optimistic? I can’t do anything.
OH GOD WHAT THE HELL I’M LATE. Now I don’t even have time for breakfast, which is probably best- I don’t need the calories since I didn’t actually run. Crankybot, roll out.