Well, here goes... My keys?

I actually worked out today. I walked 1.5 miles and a 15 min pace. I ran .1 of that at an 8 min mile pace. I feel pretty good about myself. What I'm about to tell you is my newest lesson in the world of exercise. And, besides being lazy, my main reason for keeping it simple today.

About two weeks ago I went for a run. There is a state park about 1.8 miles away from my apartment, and that was my destination. I was amazed at how well I did! I was able to jog all the way there! And once I got to the park, I laid down on a picnic table and stared at the sky. I believe I stayed there for 30-45 minutes. It was beautifully relaxing.

This is certainly a perfect plan because there is a water fountain and a bathroom at the park! The thing is, the park bathroom is an outhouse. I'm sure most people know what an outhouse is... but it's basically a hole over another hole. The "waste" just goes in the hole and hangs out in there... down there. I did partake in this "waste house" before taking the long uphill route home. About five minutes into my way home, I realised I couldn't find my keys! I walked back carefully searching the ground for a particular glint and was unsuccessful. I imagined my beautiful keys in the vast stinky waste hole and cringed.

The keys weren't on the ground. And luckily, I didn't even have to go all the way back to the park. They had made their way to my hip area. Apparently, the key pocket of my shorts continues all the way around my waist. Who knew? Well... I guess I know now.

I did not jog the whole way back-but I made a good effort. Unfortunately, per typical Megan, my efforts were too adventurous. I hurt for a solid week following that run. And feeling pain like that doesn't really give a lady much incentive to work out the next day... or apparently the "next day" and the "next day" for two weeks.

What have I learned? It's good to have goals. It's not good to be unrealistic and head out too strong before you're ready.




Wait.... Haven't I learned that before? Doh!

Again?

So, my mentor and friend has thrown down. She is attempting something that my mother has failed to do for years-make me run. I did run last summer, and I think I did a pretty good job, but at the end of the day I was still certainly no runner.

My friend tried to make me promise to run a half marathon with her in October. The problem is, I believe anyway, that this is not something that a person can ever do under pressure, and it is certainly not something I can do for someone else.

I am, however, seriously considering this half marathon. First, I will need to practice with a few 5Ks. I strongly believe that this was one of my problems last year-I set my sights too high.

Un-Motivation

So, clearly I am one of the least motivated people in my life. How can a person (I) be so completely positive that something so small (or long... as in 13.1 miles)could make such a huge difference in her (my) life, yet remain unmotivated to give it an honest shot? Because, let's face it, if I gave it an honest shot-I would win. There is no other option than to win-especially when I'm simply competing against myself.

It's a mental brain space. If I think I can do it-there is nothing stopping me. If my negative thoughts get in the way-I drown. Drowning is such an unpleasant way to go.