I rounded out last week with a good 22.15 miles. I ran 6.2 miles last Thursday morning before work. Saturday I woke up, downed some coffee, put a piece of chocolate peanut butter honey toast in my belly, and planned on getting in a good 7.15 mile run. It was a nice and cool 55 degrees when I stepped outside with an abundance of sunshine. This was going to be a great run. It was more than great. It was fantabulous! I covered my 7 miles and I felt like I could keep going, so I did. I just kept running. Ended up stopping at 8.3 miles but I still could’ve kept going. I felt great. I wasn’t winded, tired, fatigued, or bored. The only reason I stopped was because I had other things to do besides run. What?! How does that happen?!
Sunday was an unplanned rest day. Didn’t wake up early enough. BUT I did eat a spaghetti lunch/dinner that my friend’s church was putting together. It was very tasty! Then I went to Bruce’s neighbor’s house where there was a game of ultimate frisbee going on; however, I did not partake in that. My excuse: my feet were cold and all I had were flip flops. Wahh!
Remember when I said that I wanted to start running to the gym? Oh wait, I didn’t tell you that, did I? Well, yesterday morning I woke up at o’dark thirty, got dressed and ran to the gym. Since I did wake up a wee bit later than planned, I took the shorter route to the gym (1.5 miles) so I could get a good sesh in. I rode the bike for 3 miles then did some weights for my back and chest. Then I ran home, but I left the gym a bit earlier and ran a 3.15 mile route home. Total for yesterday’s run: 4.65 miles. It felt so wonderful! I had full intention of doing that again this morning. My bed had other plans. It didn’t happen. Booo!
Last night for dinner I cut up some chicken breast and cooked it in a pan with olive oil, minced garlic, and lemon-pepper seasoning and served it with a side of Near East Rosemary & Olive Oil quinoa and brown rice mix. Well…actually I served the chicken on top of the quinoa/rice mix.
Aside from the traffic, I kind of like my commute to work…
I think we are all guilty, at some point or another, of taking little things for granted. Whether its a person, what we have, the little things in life, the physical abilities we have, or whatever.
What is something you see/do almost everyday that you may take for granted?