Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run

I tried something a little different with my running this week.

I had been on a pretty good schedule running after work on Mondays and Wednesdays, and on Saturday mornings. Being home, I'm having a hard time finding any kind of schedule. For one thing, because I'm not really eating regularly or even all that well.

Plus, I've been kind of stuck on the 25-minute run. It's been really hard for me and I haven't been able to increase my time and ultimately get to that 30-min run. Instead of feeling great like I used to after running, I was feeling completely beat. So I was kind of unmotivated to run.

Then I saw these photos of myself and my fat fucking face and suddenly the thought of bikini season and the July 4th beach trip w/ friends motivated the hell out of me. So I went for a run Tuesday.

But I did something different. Instead of turning on my Workout playlist of hard-driving, beat-heavy new-punk-slash-new-grunge songs that I typically run to, I turned on ABBA. And instead of running my usual route, I ran down a long, flat street in my neighborhood that goes down to a lake. And I looked at what time I started running, then I just ran until I got tired. I didn't have my regular playlist or landmarks to indicate to me how far along I was. I just ran til I got tired, and then I pushed myself for 2 more minutes. It ended up totaling 20 minutes. Which I was completely satisfied with.

Then I stretched, drank some gatorade, and went inside and threw away the Couch to 5K running program that's been on my refrigerator since January.