Leave it on the 'mill

Running was really hard for some reason. All day at work I looked forward to it... only to get the 'mill and have my legs ache like the dickens. Prodigy helped a little. I started run-punching and singing along. Some guy stared at me. Nothing like looking retarded at the gym. I guess that pretty much happens every time I go there though. I'm considering taking up boxing. Or street-fighting.

Morning high

Apparently the idea of getting up before dawn is enough to get me psyched about running. At least for now. Up at 5-ish again and got three in this morning. The most impressive part of it being that my roommate and I decided to have our "Memorial Day Celebration" on Monday night. Thankfully the sugar-stomach (too much pineapple juice!) I had going on when I went to bed disappeared by this morning. Off to work...

The Mini was crazy... so what's twice that?

My training is official now, since I've signed up for the Chicago Marathon and all. Before, it was just random running. So, with purpose, I woke up today with a newfound excitement (read insanity) for the 'mill. Three miles flew by... One early morning down, several hundred to go.

Oh well, if it ends up killing me, everyone can blame Ade. She started me on this whole running thing anyway... way back in '04. Who knew it would stick like it did.