I think I've mentioned my serious distaste for both jogging and doing the dishes before, but in case I haven't: I hate jogging, it should be illegal and if I could, I would hire someone to do my dishes or if there was an ecological and economical way to use paper plates, I'd use them.
So why is it that I have done the dishes twice today, without running out of clean dish ware and have gone jogging? And now, at 8pm, when it's so nice and bright outside, I feel like I should go for another jog? What's wrong with me?
I've never really gone to the gym or exercised with a serious commitment during the weekend, but this was the third Saturday in a row when I went to the 11am Body Pump class and today I went for a jog. If you get into a rhythm with weekend gym, if and when you go out of town for a weekend and don't do your usual routine, you start feeling guilty about it. That's what happens to me anyway. But now, with the 10k looming in the not so distant future, and Forssa Pride Party 2.0 2 weeks away, and me still carrying this non-pregnancy, pregnancy ring around my buddha, I've increased the frequency and intensity of my exercising. And I'm thinking about adding a 4th Body Pump into my week for this week and maybe I need to go jogging every day as well if I want to see any serious progress before the 26th. It wouldn't hurt with the preparations for the 10k either, provided that my body can handle it.
Body issues, gotta hate 'em!
Next week we are introducing the bike lane plans to the public on Thursday. I'm all of a sudden super busy at work but that's good, the day(s) go faster. I feel like there's 2 days in my work week these days; Monday and Friday. Nothing exists in between.
Until next time...
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