Post-P90X

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Ok, so this past week was my worst week yet. I'm going to blame it on PMS. Maybe that's too much information, but I'm not going to be all holier-than-thou and act like I'm immune to its forces. I bitch and moan and stomp around. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

I only worked out two of the requisite six times last week. According to my calculations, I'm now two weeks behind schedule on this P90X thing but I WILL finish. This week would have been my last week if I hadn't been such a slacker. So now, three more weeks! I'm going to try my absolute best to just finish strong and not miss any more days. We'll see how that goes.

My post-P90X plan is to try this running thing again. I've mentioned this in earlier posts but I'm just going to expound on this idea for a second. I really like the idea of running. I think in another life, maybe i was a runner. But in this life, I hate running and suck at it. I mean, I can run for a couple minutes and feel fine. But I don't enjoy doing it for any significant amount of time. I don't know why I have this feeling that I should enjoy running. I think it's because I have this romanticized image in my head of me effortlessly running with nothing but a stretch of open road and beautiful landscape ahead of me. But the real image is me huffing and puffing around a track while complaining about how tired I am and how much I just want to stop. It's not pretty. And yet! I'm still compelled to give it another try.

Any runners out there have any tips for a runner-wannabe?

-c.