Off the couch & out the door

“The Penguin” would have been proud of me yesterday. I got out of bed, pulled on my shoes (and clothes) and headed out the door.

It was the first time in 3 months.
I only did 2 miles and I didn’t worry about the time.
I’d been feeling mighty guilty about my lack of motivation to work out and so I thought I’d better find a race to train for. The Writer told me about the Holiday Half up in San Marcos next month. It’s a women’s only race and there will also be a 5k and a 10k. Six weeks to train for a half after way too many months of nothing even remotely physical wouldn’t be smart so I went ahead and registered for the 10k.
Hub offered to work out with me this morning … if I didn’t go too early. While I appreciate his offer, and despite the fact that I suck at disciplining myself to stick to a training schedule, I rather enjoy the solitude of being alone. I listen to my tunes, think about tons of stuff, and watch the world around me as it slowly wakes up.
I ordered a new Road ID yesterday. The doc had adjusted my medications in September and I hadn’t bothered to purchase a new ID until now. I opted for the interactive ID so whenever my meds change again (and they will), I can make changes to my profile online and not have to worry about buying a new ID. I figured since I was committed to training for the 10k, it was time to take care of this little chore.
In addition to my PR goal for the race next month, I hope I can reduce and eventually eliminate the panic attacks I’ve recently been blessed with. I don’t like how they make me feel. I’m hoping my becoming physically active again will extinguish them. Further motivation to stay off the couch!
So there you go & here I am.
I’m back!

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