So, Yesterday turned into one of those days. It was beautiful out – the sort of day we have all been dreaming about all winter. I spoke to The Wife, and we came up with a great plan to head over to the park after work. She and I were going to go for a run, while the kids rode their bikes – a great family evening. So I stopped at Walmart, and had the overwhelming smell of burning oil, and smoke coming out from my wheel-well of my minivan. Well, we didn’t go to the park (which made for some very sad children – but we will reschedule!)
Needless to say, after dealing with all of that, doing some dinner shopping (hey we WERE at Walmart) neither my wife nor I were in the mood to go running. In her defense, she is just starting and is sore – and she will be on her feet all day. In my defense… ok, I don’t have one. I have been running 2 days, and taking a day off – but it had been pointed out to me that current research/studies show that you can run 6 days with a rest day. This of course equates to more calories burned, which would obviously help me drop some of the excess weight I am lugging around. But I didn’t want to go. I was able to come up with many reasons that I should take it as a rest day. So I didn’t run, ate dinner with the family and then sat in a chair on my computer. Yet, I sat there feeling guilty. It seems my self-rationalization is not quite as effective as it used to be. Upstairs I went, tossed on some running clothes, and headed out the door. I had only planned on doing 3 miles, but decided to push it a bit further as I was feeling good. I ended up with a nice 4.5 mile run – bringing me to a total for the week (So far) of 14.5 miles for the week. I should definitely make 20 for the week – and might even hit 25!