I've been busted by xenia.
I was going to come clean anyway.
I Suck At July-A-Thon.
I didn't run on Sunday.
Don't worry, I have a million excuses.
I was going to run outside, but before I knew it, it was time to head to my aunt and uncle's house for dinner. Time flies when you get up at 2pm. I knew I could still run outside when I got home...until it started raining. A torrential downpour.
Okay, I could still run on the treadmill at home.
We got home, and the couch looked a lot more enticing than my running shoes. Our house was full of relatives from the reunion, and when my younger cousins went to bed early...inches from the treadmill...I knew it was over.
And so I didn't run. I Suck At July-A-Thon.
But.
I got back on the horse and ran on Monday. And Tuesday.
I got home from work on Wednesday and laid down and watched Marathon Challenge...and the next thing I knew, it was 10pm. Those damn accidental naps are always screwing with me.
Guess I wasn't going to be running outside.
So I got up and I putzed around my apartment.
10:30. I organized my tupperware drawer.
10:45. I alphabetized my movies.
11:00. I did everything except head to the gym. I Was Not Looking Forward To A Treadmill Run.
11:15. I decided that I had enough of July-a-thon. I didn't want to run that night. I didn't want to run every day in July. July-a-thon is lame. Who runs every day anyway??
11:30. Dammit. I hopped in the car, sped to the gym, and hopped on the treadmill.
July-a-thon owns my soul. Well, mostly. July-a-thon owns my soul unless my soul is occupied with a hangover.
I was going to come clean anyway.
I Suck At July-A-Thon.
I didn't run on Sunday.
Don't worry, I have a million excuses.
I was going to run outside, but before I knew it, it was time to head to my aunt and uncle's house for dinner. Time flies when you get up at 2pm. I knew I could still run outside when I got home...until it started raining. A torrential downpour.
Okay, I could still run on the treadmill at home.
We got home, and the couch looked a lot more enticing than my running shoes. Our house was full of relatives from the reunion, and when my younger cousins went to bed early...inches from the treadmill...I knew it was over.
And so I didn't run. I Suck At July-A-Thon.
But.
I got back on the horse and ran on Monday. And Tuesday.
I got home from work on Wednesday and laid down and watched Marathon Challenge...and the next thing I knew, it was 10pm. Those damn accidental naps are always screwing with me.
Guess I wasn't going to be running outside.
So I got up and I putzed around my apartment.
10:30. I organized my tupperware drawer.
10:45. I alphabetized my movies.
11:00. I did everything except head to the gym. I Was Not Looking Forward To A Treadmill Run.
11:15. I decided that I had enough of July-a-thon. I didn't want to run that night. I didn't want to run every day in July. July-a-thon is lame. Who runs every day anyway??
11:30. Dammit. I hopped in the car, sped to the gym, and hopped on the treadmill.
July-a-thon owns my soul. Well, mostly. July-a-thon owns my soul unless my soul is occupied with a hangover.
Labels: Running
5 Comments:
Whoopsie! Sorry, didn't mean to out you. I just thought maybe you forgot to mention it.
I should know better, probably. ;)
If I were you I would have skipped too. Naps trump running, at least in my book.
Hey,
There's one holiday in July, you just happened to take it on Sunday!
July-a-thon lives!
You are a crazy girl. Who runs at 11:30 at night anyway???????
Hang In There, AllyCat...we believe in July-a-thon just as much as you do!
You went to the gym at 11:30 at night? You don't suck at July-a-thon - that's awesome!
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