I like to jump

I got a call last night and one friend is already out of the race. I loved his thinking, too. It was so honest and well, true to himself. He said that for him running is such a personal thing and he worries that a race will change that for him. I said that I didn't see it as a true race, to which he retorted, "Have you seen me play Pictionary?" I have...

...and now you have! So, I really understand what he meant.

Funnily, I have a similar face when playing games and I guess I thought the race would motivate me to get my ass in running gear. So while it did for like 2 weeks at a time, it always staled when the reality hit me that I like to jump, not run. I like leotarded women to say thing to me like, "1 and 2 and 3 and 4. Once more! You got it! Push it now!" I am and forever will be a cheerleader and aerobics is the closest I get to that nowadays. And that is fine. I don't need bows and pleated skirts, but I do need the jumping and clapping. Go Team Me!

The Race?

Workout: 30 minutes of aerobics

Feeling: Spaced

Dessert: a clean house and laundry done

Well, the running has halted. And I don't care anymore. I am not going to freak out about it. I mean, this is how it is. Hiro's allergies flared up and I just said NEVERMIND! So, I am doing aerobics, 3-4 times a week and that's that. It's what I do, what I like the most, and so I do it instead of run.

Does this mean I will never run again? No. I still have the 18th to contend with, but no one seems to know what is happening with it. So, we'll see if it is actually on. One friend said we should do our own thing. Interesting idea, but I like that it is for a cause. Anyway, I am still exercising. So, maybe I will be OK? Just glad to know I am still on the wagon, even if I am not running on the wagon.