"It's been one week since you looked at me..."

It’s been two weeks since getting my side tattooed, so I finally returned to the gym today. Oh gym, how I missed thee! And after two (maybe three) weeks of not running… I ran (outside, per usual). Yep. I ran a mile and a half but… I stopped to walk. To WALK. It probably didn’t help that it was 85 degrees outside and my mouth was so dry that I couldn’t swallow the nonexistent spit in my mouth, but I had to stop to walk for about 10 seconds. I know I should’ve been happy with my run, but I wasn’t proud. So my punishment was to ride the bike for 30 minutes once I was back inside, before starting my leg weight machines, etc. What made it worse is that I miss my running partner. He’s not allowed to run for a while because he got injured on a run. I know some people would say “just find another running partner” or “join a running group” but the fact is, there are very, VERY few people who motivate me… which means there are very few people I actually *want* to run with. So no, finding a new partner or joining a running group just isn’t going to cut it. Thanks, but no thanks. And as a side note - I think I’m going to invest in one of those water bottles meant for running with… the kind that Velcro around your hand so you don’t have to use so much energy actually gripping it tight. I realize I should’ve done this a long time ago while I was running in 90+ degree weather… but… better late than never? Anyhoo… it felt really good to work off some energy. I’ve grown to rely on the gym as a way to get my endorphins going just so that I’m happier in general. I have been in need of a good dose!!! The world is simply a better place when I’m regularly exercising. And with that being said, I’m off to go blow up my fitness ball so I can start using it, and then hit the shower - because boy do I stink!