This morning I forced myself out of bed and ran 1.5 miles. On the treadmill. I would consider the tradmill my gym enemy. I just hate it but there is no way I can get in shape for the 10k without it.
I spent the whole run chanting "you can do this you won't regret it you love this remember?" and somehow made my goal for the day. Next up? running two miles outside this weekend when its supposed to be 30° out-much better than that dreadful treadmill.
PLUS I'm planning on tracking every.single.thing i put in my mouth. Might be brutal but I need a good strong dose of reality. Happy Thursday!
