Is it back on the horse? Or back on the bike? Why are my cliches so fuzzy this morning? Why can't I remember which it is?
But it doesn't really matter, because it's not a horse or a bike I'm back on, but rather: the treadmill. (Argh. Why can't I figure out what it is? Bike or horse? Horse or bike? I haven't had a Diet Coke yet and it's 10AM... this is probably what it is.)
In May I was going to run a half-marathon. 12 days of exhausting plague leading up to the run thwarted that dream. Sad, considering I'm a non-runner and had worked myself from 3 to 10 miles. (10 is as far as I got.) If you're particularly bored on this Tuesday, you can read the recaps of when I hit seven, eight, nine, and ten miles. (Seven is still one of my most viewed blogs behind Top Model)
So, I'm back in business. I gave up running the last three months but have decided to complete a half marathon. A few of us are going to run in Hartford, CT on October 13 (anyone is welcome to join). 10 weeks and change until the the half. No more failed attempts, I need to check this off my list.
I went to my new gym last night--and it's a five-step upgrade from Gold's. (Not too hard to beat.) Each cardio machine has a personal flat screen TV in front of it with full cable. My treadmill also had to little fans built into the front panel. Towel service... sauna... when did my life get so posh?
Wow. I can't remember the last time I wrote as boring a post.
Horse or bike? Bike or horse?