Maybe not…

Maybe I’ll skip the Coffee Pot this morning.  After my run I feel like sitting (laying) for a bit.  It was 38 degrees outside and windy.  Oh, and don’t forget the rain that turned to hail in the middle of the run.  And I run by a big fucking lake.  Lots of wind.  But I felt good running.  You know how it is, running in shitty weather.  I get that stupid grimace on my face that I’m sure tells others that I’m crazy.  But it makes going for a run better, because you’re stupid for being out in such shitty conditions, but happy cause you forced yourself to exercise.

Now to lay down and cough for a little (did I mention I’m getting sick also.  Cause I probably am.  I’ve got that hacking cough/sore throat thingie going on).

Jumping on the Bandwagon

I’ve jumped on the exercise bandwagon again.  Mostly cause its nice outside, partially because Sarah wants to run together.

So the last four days go as such:

  • Friday: Biked 20 miles (ok, 19), Did 70 pushs up and 70 sit ups
  • Saturday: Ran 2.5 miles (bought new running shoes, Yay!!)
  • Sunday: Ran 2.5 miles (with said new running shoes)
  • Today (Monday): Biked 20 miles (19), Did 70 push ups and 70 sit ups.

Not bad, right?  The biking part is easy because I can bike to work (9 some odd miles each way).  The running part is easy because I just don’t say no when Sarah asks if I want to run.  She’s a little shocked at how I can just up and run and not be exhausted after having not exercised for months.  The “memory pain” as I like to call it, that my legs recall from destroying them running in college seems to be subsiding.

My new morning routine is to get up at 6:10, look outside to see if its raining, check the temperature (that sacred 45 degrees Fahrenheit that it needs to be for me to get on my bike) and use that information to determine whether I get to sleep in for another 20 minutes or not.  The only downside I see to biking right now is that work is out of coffee, and if I bike to work then I have a coffee-free day, and those are awful days.