10 Pound Weights Can Go to Hell...

That's right...damn them...I worked out with weights EARLY Tuesday morning (with little baby 10 pound weights, mind you), and I still feel like someone has tried to rip my arms off, but didn't succeed. Maybe it would feel better if someone did.

I went running yesterday for a grand total of 45 minutes, with a little walking in between. The goal is this:



The Country Music Marathon. It's the biggest race in Nashville, and although I know I wouldn't even come close to being one of the winners, I just want to see if I can do it. 26 miles. Can I do it? Maybe. Last year I had a friend who ran in it, and I swear, I would have loved to have done it too. The only thing is that I knew that if I even ran 30 seconds I would have passed out and my attempt at a marathon would have been overbefore it even started. But now....I've got almost 4 months to build up to that. From what I've been reading, you are supposed to start running 6 miles a day, 5 days a week, for a grand total of 30 miles a week. Then you continue to add a mile on each day, until you are up to 26. Although I'm barely running 3 now, I'm going to have to work my way up. Slowly. But I want to do it. Just to prove to myself that I can.

But before I do that, I've come up with a reward for myself once I finish the body challenge. I'm taking myself to the damn Spa Visage for a sweet ass massage. It's a little pricey, and under most circumstances, I couldn't justify spending THAT much money for only 90 minutes. But in this case, I totally can. Plus, I've done a little rationalizing: I would probably have spent THAT much money and more over the course of 3 months on going out to eat, ordering pizza, getting junk food, etc. So I'm just going to "save" all that money for something better. Richard Simmons would be proud. I'm making my appointment for April 22nd and since Spa Visage is a bunch of money-eating whores, you have to pay for anything over $100 at the time you make the appointment...so I'm spending the money today, and hopefully that will keep me on track and away from ordering ham and pineapple pizza 4 times a week. Stellar man.

I hope today is a little better as far as eating is concerned - I did super well yesterday up until the point of lunch. It was a Wednesday, and Wednesday's around work mean managers' luncheons. Which means eating out. Not too bad, as I did order something scrumptiously healthy, but then my mom came into town, and when mom's come into town it means one thing: eating out. I tried to be super good, as I ordered myself a scrumptious healthy salad, but the problems were this: Logan's Roadhouse means peanuts. And I don't care who you are, you can't stop at 1. Or 30. Logan's Roadhouse also means hot buttered rolls, and it doesn't help that they serve you a basket for a large family of 20. So I ate 3. And peanuts. And a salad. At around 9:00 PM. Stellar man. So here's a cartoon to illustrate my thoughts as I wake up: BLAM! In your FACE!



The end.