About an hour and a half ago, I felt like I was about to die. I ran 1.12 miles (I won't tell you what my time was...ok, I will. 15 minutes. I'm not proud of it) around the neighborhood. I didn't let myself stop, though, and I even sprinted the last few houses. Well, sprint is a term I'm using loosely.
My legs still hurt like hell and I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up tonight with a cramp. I was going to take the dog with me but I can't find her leash. I had it this past weekend. I think it might be in Ben's car somewhere, but I'm not sure.
Oh, from last week, I did make my goal! I used my dad's rowing machine.
I've been thinking a lot recently about needing to make more of a change. I told myself today that even if I'm not going to the gym or taking a walk for a hour, I need to do SOMETHING every day, even if it's just a little bit. I've found that I will think "I can go tomorrow" or "I'll do it Friday" and I just need to make the commitment to do at least a little every day.
Also, I gave up candy for Lent and except for one instance where I had a peep, I did really, really well. I did so well that I am going to keep giving it up. I have also added cookies to it for the month of April. Hopefully I will do ok.
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