I was craving pizza. I was procrastinating. I was trying to avoid working out tonight.
But then I decided I should run TO the grocery store for a pizza (or three).
I am such a freaking genius.
I did a warmup walk then started running. And I kept going. And going. And going. It was just me and the pavement. I realized I had been running for more than half a mile and made the decision that I wasn’t going to stop running until I hit the 1 mile mark. I didn’t pay attention to pace and didn’t have music to keep me going, since my ipod battery is dead. I checked my Garmin every so often to see how close I was to the 1 mile mark. Then I started taking weird streets, in an effort to stay near the grocery store. Then I saw I was at .99mi and 12:45 so I sprinted til my Garmin beeped it had been a mile. Then I gasped for air and refrained from attempting a cartwheel on the corner of Pleasant and Water.
Then I walked to the grocery store, sweaty, smelly and all. I bought three pizzas and a six pack of diet 7up. Then I walked home.
And it was awesome.
good for you!! That’s so impressive and inspiring! And the pizza was probably even tastier after that, huh?
omg the pizza was awesome.
you shoulda ran this with us on sunday, do it next year!
http://nycpizzarun.com/