I announced this year that I was going to run a 5k. I’ve been ever so slowly working towards it using a sort of workout schedule, right? With the alternately running and crosstraining (Pilates and light lifting) and I’ve been keeping to my schedule pretty well.
Today I was rising from the couch after my customary morning chocolate milk and cinnamon toast (I have the palate of a 5th grader) and peptalking myself about going to the gym: “It’s only two miles. It’s just two miles today. We’re cool. Two miles is nothing.”
Wait. What? ”Only 2 miles”? ”Just two miles”? ”TWO MILES IS NOTHING”?!
Who am I, and what have I done with me? I used to aspire to two miles. Two miles was a goal number, I tell you! And when I got to the gym, there were people there. Now, normally, if people are already present, I will tuck my tail between my legs and shamefully go home, most likely to stuff my face with something unhealthy. But I stayed! I didn’t let my hermitlike tendencies stop me. I sweated and smelled awful with other people around to witness it. I even said “Hi” and “Have a nice day.”
I might be a pod person.