I am not a Dog

Pinterest has so many many great ideas (that no one really looks at once they've pinned) and so much inspiration (not to mention lots of time wasting pages). One of my favorite "pins" is a fitness inspiration that says something along the lines of, "You're not a dog, so don't reward yourself with food." To that I say, "psh."

Today I got off my couch, put on some shorts and went out for a jog. The inspiration for my jog: a burrito. I dragged myself around for two miles and at the end of that two miles was a beautiful, hot, tasty burrito with mole sauce. The thing is - I likely would have eaten that burrito (or something similar) regardless of how many miles I did or didn't run. So what's wrong with rewarding yourself after a job-well-done? I'm not hardcore, I'm not training, I'm not a "crazy fitness fanatic," so anything to get me moving is only going to help in the long run. Right?

I'm certainly not saying that every time I do something physical I'm going to treat myself to something junky, but I think it's okay to reward with a little extra something-something if it gets you up and out. Not to mention, I felt a little less guilty about eating it (are burritos even bad for you, though?). I'm selfish, I know - but hey! it's my body.

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The two miles took me about 34 minutes. The first mile felt easy, but I have to admit that I crapped out at the end and did a lot of walking during my second mile. It was a beautiful day and being outside after working from home all day did feel really good.

Anything interesting happen? I did see an old lady with a little girl in a driveway. Obviously I waved and smiled at them, and then the old lady pulled the little girl in toward her. I felt offended because I was sure a young woman in a bright pink running top couldn't possible be menacing. Then, as I turned away, I noticed a car waiting to turn into the driveway. I quickly skirted past the driveway and out of the way. I guess old ladies are more afraid of their grandchildren being hit by cars than stolen my menacing runners (who clearly don't even run that fast).

I don't know if I have a lesson learned after this run. I suppose sometimes the important thing is to get moving. And sometimes that important thing comes with a treat at the end. Moderation is always the key.