Dread

I dread tomorrow.   Yes, I wholeheartedly dread it, big time.  Tomorrow is the Ukrops 10K for which I have barely prepared.  Ugh.  I know that my come-uppings are on their way, and I am not looking forward to it all unfolding  and experiencing the pain as it happens, not to mention the aftershocks for days afterwards.  Why did I sign up for it again?  What masochistic streak inspired me to pay money to do something I truly hate?  Because I was overly optimistic that I would stick to the training schedule.  Yeah, right, and Bambi is a dog.  Well, the only part of the training that I stuck to was the rest days which, by the way, I now have down to a science.  I'm very good at resting.  Read my words -- with God and you, the reader, as my witnesses, I will never be tortured by the 10K again.   Instead I am actually going to be nice to myself (novel thought) and do exercise that I actually enjoy (radical concept) -- spin, weights, pilates, yoga, and swimming, to name a few.  That should keep me plenty busy, in shape, and, most important of all, less grumpy.

At least I've had fun carbing it up -- two bowls of noodles, french fries, and beer.  Now that's my kind of carbo loading.  Plus with the beer I figure I'm multi-tasking -- drinking water and stocking up on carbs all at the same time.  I really should patent that idea.  Well, I'm off to pop open another brewski, all for the sake of training.  Then I'm going to check on my Ben Gay supply.  I think I'm going to be digging deep into it tomorrow.  Could be an ideal time to buy stock, dear reader...

Break a leg, I guess.  If only...

LibbY