Confessions and Chores

Confession Time: 

I kinda fell off the running wagon for a few weeks after the half marathon. I was more like this:

 

(Baby Sloths are Adorable)

Than this:

(Too Rainy...)

Or this:

(Note: I will never look like this)

Before yesterday, I had only run once since February 19th. I told myself I could take a week off because I deserved it. One week turned into two and could have spiraled out of control. I felt terrible. I was also eating like crap and spending my weekends sleeping. A lot. I needed to run. Not just to stay in shape, but I missed it. That is a sentence I thought I would never say. Missed running...I guess there is something to be said for it's addictive qualities. This article kinda sums up how I feel about it. Basically, it is a good addiction: http://life.nationalpost.com/2012/02/10/the-power-of-positive-addiction/

Anyway, moving on to the present (technically the past as I'm writing this). I felt like I accomplished a lot yesterday. Wednesdays always seem to be my "get shit done" day. I try to clean my condo, do errands, and whatnot on Wednesday because Ollie has gone to daycare for the day and I don't feel guilty about not taking him out for exercise. 

Last night I went to the gym right after work. I only ran 3 miles (per my training schedule), but I felt great about it. I was next to some crazy bird who ran 2 miles alternating 2 minutes at a 3.5 pace and then 1 minute at a 7.2 pace. She looked like a total a-hole. I'm cool with my steady 5.5, thanks! I could write a blog post a day on all the crazy people I see at the gym. I wonder if they are looking at me the same way...everyone looks at everyone else right?!?! The Oatmeal thinks so: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/gym

PS: I *LOVE* The Oatmeal. The guy that makes those drawings is hilarious. Check 'em out!

I picked up Ollie after the gym and knew that he was toast as soon as we got home. He was exhausted last night and fine with being a couch/bed potato while I did stuff:

 

(I super love him when he's sleepy)

Cleaning burns calories or so I've been told. According to Self online:  http://www.self.com/calculatorsprograms/calculators/  I burned 200+ during the hour I spent cleaning. Sweet!

So Ollie got tons of exercise, I got a little bit, and the cats even joined in on the fun. Sofia has gotten fat. She is the epitome of laziness and only moves to get food or poop. I love her to death, but the girl is getting hefty. I figure the laser pointer will give her some exercise plus it is hilarious to watch. Research is still out as to whether this is actual torture for cats since they can never get it and when you finally turn it off they look like they are going to lose their minds. Like this:

 

I feel the same way being at work on this gorgeous day. Already 53 degrees and climbing. Definitely running outside...and then drinking many spring/summery beers!

 

(Tasty)

- Kate