Jeans and Sneakers

I’m a procrastinator by nature. Sometimes, when the sun is perfectly aligned with my emotional state, I get the urge to get up and start doing something. Yesterday was our 5&9 monthiversary. We went out to dinner and that was pretty normal. But when we got home, I was browsing around on the internet, but instead of falling into the black hole of time like I usually do, everything I saw was making me antsy. I wanted to DO things. I wanted to make something, lots of things. I wanted to get moving.

It started with getting things for the wedding. There were a few odds and ends that I hadn’t gotten yet. Like plugs for my ears, since I can’t get just regular earrings. A nose ring. Garters. A bra. I went on theknot.com to see if there was anything else I was forgetting. I had registered there, and there was a countdown until my wedding!! 91 days left!! Once all of these things were taken care of, I still itched to do something. I decided it was time to rearrange my craft room. It’s hard to be creative in a space you’re not comfortable in. After doing all I possibly could there, it was morning, so Rob and I got breakfast, and then went to sleep.

Waking up though the feeling was back. I decided to finally go running. I know even though I’m thin, I’m grossly out of shape, and it’s something I want to remedy before the wedding. Maybe being in better shape will help my digestive system, since apparently it doesn’t like digesting anything I eat anymore. I walked down to our local little beach at the fastest pace I could manage without looking like one of those weird speed walkers. I was feeling good, my calves were starting to burn with that “I’m working out” feeling. Good deal. When I reached the beach I told myself, “Ok self, we’re starting out small. See if you can run all the way back to the house.” I was so confident. I thought that I’d at least make it half to 3/4 of the way back to the house before not being able to run anymore. I was wrong. Running felt awkward, my feet didn’t know if they wanted to land flat or on the balls. My back hurt, and within probably 45 seconds I had lost control of my breathing and my throat was beginning to get raw. Awesome. I stopped running, but kept walking, to keep up the movement. I needed two more breaks before I made it back to the house. Pathetic.

I got home and got some water. So disappointed in myself I figured I should do some pushups too, get an overall body goodness thing going. I couldn’t do ONE real pushup. I had problems doing 10 “girly” pushups. I suck. The only comfort came in knowing I can do at least 50 situps. Which I did. I am so, so, so pathetic. I need to keep this up. Running, pushups, situps, every day. And maybe some jump rope for endurance help. This needs to go away, I need to be in better shape.  Grr. This will change.

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