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21 Dec 2008
Categorized As: Hogzilla, running

Workout update: I went to the gym again yesterday. That means I have officially been 6 times in the last 9 days. We’ll pause for a moment while you worship my greatness. On your knees now, like proper little followers. Nice.

I’m planning to go to the gym today as well. I had hoped to get outside and walk, but it is bitter and windy (I know, Cinde, we got nothing on you. But you freaking live in Fargo! What can I say?)

I was talking to a friend the other day and I was complaining about still having slow run times (somehow, over the past couple of days, I’ve gotten even slower–13 min mile being my average.) Yes, I’m faux-jogging on the elliptical at an incline, but still. That’s fucking slow. I’ve never been fast, but come on! I really want to get to a 10 minute mile (which isn’t fast, but it’s a goal that I think I should be able to accomplish) but at this point that is NEVER gonna happen. He kindly reminded me that Tome Rome (we were texting) wasn’t built in a day, and to just keep going.

And he’s right. Sorta. I know this shit takes time, but I’m not the most patient of persons. Also, my competitive nature is kicking in. I must beat this at all cost! I must lose a gazillion pounds in 1 week and run a 6 minute mile for 7 miles tomorrow because I don’t do defeat.

I didn’t realize how much this had brought back my competitive nature. When I played basketball and softball, we won. Period. And if we lost, the coach didn’t have to punish us because we punished ourselves. And I feel that coming back and I’m hoping it’s spurring me on because I only have 3.5 months until the 10K and right now, I’m barely doing 2.5 miles in 30 mins so a 10K will take me 3 hours and I’m not sure if I can do this for 3 hours. I mean, if I’m going to do something hot and sweaty for 3 hours, I should get some kind of reward for it. Like an orgasm. Or hit it big on the slot machine. My reward for 3 hours of running will be blistered feet, aching back, stinky pits, and okay, maybe a sense of pride, too. But hell, we all know I’m not running short on pride, don’t we?

Will this get easier? Will it ever get to the point that I feel great about my workouts more often than I don’t? Will I ever go to the gym out of habit as opposed to making myself go out of comeptitiveness? Or does it really matter why I go to the gym as long as I go?

How was your week in the workout world? Tell me about it!