Muscleheads

I know, it has been six days. I've been consumed by my basement, so much so, that I didn't even run on Sunday; that, for me, is equivalent to a Catholic skipping church. Realizing the half marathon training didn't officially start until today, I decided to rest up after two very exhausting weeks of demolition and destruction.

I made it into the gym today to start on a weight training program for at least the next six weeks - me and all the muscleheads. Why do young men feel the need to examine every inch of their bodies in the mirrors while they curl or squat a few pounds in front of those same mirrors? They must think they look great. Good for them.

Today was supposed to be a running day, but being the first day back to work in more than two weeks, and after looking out the window and seeing the rain, I decided against the run this morning and will move it to tomorrow morning. That's the beauty of training by yourself, you can make those adjustments. Adjusting is fine, skipping isn't. Skipping one workout leads to skipping a second, and once you've skipped two, then it's really easy to skip a third...you see where I'm going with this? Tomorrow is a 4 mile run so I shouldn't have any problem fitting it in if I'm on the road by six. I plan to do the same run on Thursday morning as well and that will get me back on track with the plan, as it appears on paper. As I go back and read the last couple of sentences, I'm still amazed that I can write about a 4 miler as if it's nothing. Less than a year ago, a 4 minuter was a challenge.

It's incredible what your body can do if properly fueled by your mind.